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[notspiderpig]

Yaaaaaaaahooooooo!

[After stitching the holes in his costumes, Peter ventured out to get his new webshooters. And man he couldn't wait to get swinging. So as soon as the coast was clear, Peter loaded up his remaining web cartridges and started swinging through the trees

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[pinkefficiency]

[With the whole mouse and rabbit fiasco over and done with, Max figures she'd be able to do some more exploring without Terry getting upset. This includes exploring the forest - but only the bare minimum. There is no way Max is going to go anywhere near that fog, again.

Needless to say, even amongst the trees, it isn't difficult to notice a costumed boy whooping and swinging from the treetops. And...okay, the voice sounds familiar, but she can't make a certain judgment based on shouting.]

Do you always swing around in a onesie?

[notspiderpig]

[The part of the tree Peter has landed on obscures Max from his vision. So when he hears her voice, he walks around the tree's trunk and settles into a crouch when he spots her.]

It's not a onesie.

[pinkefficiency]

[Ahh, yes. That voice definitely clears things up.]

Uh-huh. Well, at least now I can see why you had me sew up that shirt instead of this. [Isn't that right, Peter?]

[notspiderpig]

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Sew what up?

[pinkefficiency]

[...Could you be any more obvious?]

You know, that shirt you had me help you sew up, and panicked over when I asked you what you were really patching up? [Sorry, Peter, but this is kind of amusing. She really didn't expect to discover the identity of yet another teenage boy in tights.]

[notspiderpig]

[Fffffff]

I have no idea what you're talking about. Return to your artichoke pod, citizen.

[Denial is always the best route to go. Yep.]

[pinkefficiency]

["Citizen"? Okay, that has Max laughing.]

I appreciate the effort, but it doesn't do you much good if you don't even bother with trying to disguise your voice.

[notspiderpig]

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Look I'm not who you think I am. You're confusing me with some other guy.

[pinkefficiency]

[And again with the denial. Not like that's anything new - Terry denied being Batman up and down when they were first Called here. Max will just keep dropping hints until she finds something that works.]

...You know, your stitching is still only worth a B- at best.

[notspiderpig]

[See this is the part where Peter was going to crawl away. In fact, he's almost to a high branch when she says that.

He pauses, whips his head around, those white bug eye things on his mask are super wide.]

Oh come on. This is grade A work here.

[He's walking down the tree trunk to show Max where a hole once was.]

I even matched the thread and everything.

[Way to go Peter. You're an idiot.]

[pinkefficiency]

[You sure are.]

Just because you matched the thread doesn't mean that you did a good job. Look. [She points to the place Peter had sewn up.] You've got several loose threads. Pull on them enough and it'll open up, again.

Sloppy work, if you ask me.

[notspiderpig]

[Grumble grumble. Peter's not even bothering to deny it anymore. Max knows who he is. Pft.]

How's about you sew it for me? Since you're way better at this than I am.

[Peter sighs.]

I can't fight crime in a holey costume. And clearly I am not meant for this sewing thing.

[pinkefficiency]

[What is it with Max and figuring out the secret identities of teenage superheroes?

She folds her arms and smirks at Peter.]

No way. I can keep a secret just fine, so you don't have to worry about that.

But, if you want me to become your personal seamstress, we're going to need some sort of deal. [A quick lesson is one thing, but constantly sewing up a suit that's bound to get torn up on a day-to-day basis? Yeah, not going to happen.]

[notspiderpig]

[Peter drops out of the tree and folds his arms over his chest.]

I don't have anything to give you. Unless you want my chemistry book or something.

[pinkefficiency]

I have a better idea. I sew up your suit whenever it gets torn up, and you help me clean up my pod whenever Steven makes a mess. [Which happens a lot, by the way.]

[notspiderpig]

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Who the heck is Steven?