❛ bokjoo, you’re seriously going crazy ❜ lashes nictate repeatedly upon the alabastrine of her cheeks, she remains uncharacteristically quiescent in impotent flummox. give her a second… or two. cacophonous reverberation sounds in the surrounding region, an immediate cavil following soon after the contact, leaving an urticating ache in its wake.
plops himself down in front of her, wincing underneath the mask in response to the slap. he makes a motion toward her as if to help sooth the pain then, realizing any sudden movements would make things worse, decides against it. instead, he sticks out his hand. “pe – er … spider-man. nice to meetcha!” and, though it’s for his benefit more than hers, he smiles.
