After The Fight...
(OOC Note: While the OsCorp fight is still going on, we wanted to post something like this to determine Peter and Harry's current status quo, which'll make it easier for RP in general.)
In the shadow of OsCorp, the Green Goblin...sits. He had, in another life, installed these benches around the complex grounds as part of his whole, "Happy employes are productive employes" kick. Instead of slacking off at the desk, you had a place to take a quick breather during a hectic day, a safe spot for errand runners to grab a drink...nothing signifigant, like a more effective dental plan or whatever, but it was always the little things. Or at least, Harry thought so.
"Should've sprung for the ones with the soft padding." Harry mutters to himself as he sits, adjusting his cape a little so it didn't tug on his neck. Have to fix that, he reminds himself, and, having finally run out of things to do becides face his friend turned enemy turned friend turned...becides face Peter. He isn't sure if Mark will be coming for this, or going in to handle paperwork, but now's as good a time as any to start.
"So." The Green Goblin says, rubbing the back of his head in an almost comically sheepish manner. "I guess you've got some...questions, huh?"