[ peter does not exactly notice the way sansa grips the needle hard, doesn't know about her stashed gun. but he also doesn't not notice.
it's like this: ever since the spider bite, his senses have expanded. they pick up on more, constantly, all the time, taking in the environment all around him with his brain processing rapidly as it can. peter'd get overwhelmed really easily at first before he got used to it, started figuring out ways to cope. the fact is, there's so much input and his mind parses it so fast that his conscious mind can't even keep up. he knows, but he doesn't know, exactly, when there's danger. it's his hair standing on end, it's a prickle at the back of his neck, it's a burst of panic before he knows why.
stumbling on a pretty girl sewing something wouldn't normally scare him. but there's a flash of something from his senses, and all at once he's more alert than he's been all day. he's acutely aware of the steel in her hand and in her voice, of the space he has to move if need be, of the webshooters stowed under his long sleeves.
his eyes are pulled wide, but his tone's apologetic -- he kind of is the one at fault, here. ]
I knew it went to a room, but I thought it went to -- a different room? The doors have been really weird today. I tried to go to the kitchen earlier and ended up in a slime lab, I don't know why.
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it's like this: ever since the spider bite, his senses have expanded. they pick up on more, constantly, all the time, taking in the environment all around him with his brain processing rapidly as it can. peter'd get overwhelmed really easily at first before he got used to it, started figuring out ways to cope. the fact is, there's so much input and his mind parses it so fast that his conscious mind can't even keep up. he knows, but he doesn't know, exactly, when there's danger. it's his hair standing on end, it's a prickle at the back of his neck, it's a burst of panic before he knows why.
stumbling on a pretty girl sewing something wouldn't normally scare him. but there's a flash of something from his senses, and all at once he's more alert than he's been all day. he's acutely aware of the steel in her hand and in her voice, of the space he has to move if need be, of the webshooters stowed under his long sleeves.
his eyes are pulled wide, but his tone's apologetic -- he kind of is the one at fault, here. ]
I knew it went to a room, but I thought it went to -- a different room? The doors have been really weird today. I tried to go to the kitchen earlier and ended up in a slime lab, I don't know why.