One of the great things about being a shape shifter was Torus found it really easy to go anywhere he wanted without being recognized... as long as he could keep his mom from finding out, anyway
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Normie was walking through the aisles. He wondered if there was anything in May's size. He knew that she had a tight budget, even with her parents helping her out, but that she could probably use a few spare costumes even if only to avoid the fashion disasters that had happened the last time she'd run out of spare costumes parts.
I wonder if Spider-Girl would think this place was creepy, Torus thought as he wandered down the isle of Spider-Girl costumes. He paused a moment over the Scarlet Spider outfits, rolling his eyes with a small smirk. What kind of Lame-o went out in public with a red body suit and a ripped up sweatshirt, anyway?
This guy went out in a red body suit and ripped up sweatshirt. Okay, not really, but part of him would kind of like to. Which would explain why Reilly Tyne was here - trying to hide his face a baseball cap - looking at the merchandise.
Normie wasn't even sure what made him notice the guy. Someone with a more mystical bend might see it was a quasi instinctive connection between goblins and spiders. But more likely it was just the bad luck of Normie kneeling down to tie his shoe laces and looking up just in time to see his stepfathers new intern.
Cue the cap-wearing guy almost dropping the sweatshirt in his hands. Ah, the legendary social awkwardness of the spiders strikes again.
"M- Mister Osborn! What are you doing here?" Seriously. What was he doing here? Didn't seem like the usual stop for a guy who used to wear green. "I'm, uh, looking for a friend. Yes! My friend. Who likes Spider-Girl."
Reilly scowled. He saw that attempt to fight a grin, sure.
"I mean it. I have a friend who's a big Spider-Fan. Kind of odd, actually, at his age." Oh jeez why did he even say that, Kaine would never let him forget it if he heard about this. "Ahem. Anyway. What are you doing here, out of curiousity?"
Reilly nodded, not quite able to keep the proud smile off his face.
"She's something, isn't she?" He put the sweater back on the rack. "I... think the idea of merchandizing someone is a bit odd. Kind of creepy. But this is better than the other Spider-Merchandisors I've heard of."
Oh, no. How to explain that? "Uh. In law school, I mean. We discussed copyright as it applies to superheroes." Phew!
"Really? I didn't know there were laws on that." Considering that even his grandfather had profitted more from the merchandising on Spider-Man's name, than Peter Parker ever had.
Damn it, he was going to have to keep going with the fib, wasn't he? "Well, there's not, exactly. It was more a discussion on how copyright doesn't tend to apply since most heroes keep their identities secret... aside from, say, the Fantastic Four and anyway... don't you think you'd look a bit odd in a web-patterned shirt? Considering?"
"Hmmm, somehow I get the feeling that my grandfather would be rolling over in his grave if I did that." Normie grinned as it almost made him want to look fo ra shirt in his own size.
"Oh yes. That would be terrible." Reilly is certainly not the type to encourage such reckless behavior. Come to think of it, though, the look on Peter's face would be funny too...
"Definitely. Red and blue would really bring out the green in 'em." Reilly smirked. Then snapped his fingers in an 'a-ha' gesture before rummaging through the racks to find yet another I Love Spidey shirt - accidentally bumping into a kid on his way. Oops, sorry kid!
Proudly, he came back with a shirt with a giant heart on it. In pink. "Or perhaps something like this? Only a strong, very secure, man would wear a thing like this. But I think they also have it black, if that's more your style...?"
Torus nearly stumbled face first into one of the racks before regaining his balance, shooting the guy in the hat a dirty look before digging out a hawaiian shirt covered in little Spidey faces.
Old people were so weird.
It wasn't like he meant to be eavesdropping on them, but hey, he was right there and they could see him just fine.
Now he was wondering who the heck this Mr. Osborn guy was and why his grandfather would be turning over in his grave, though.
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Not that he'd ever buy it. Of course.
Or even see Osborn and the kid... yet, anyway.
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"Reilly?"
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"M- Mister Osborn! What are you doing here?" Seriously. What was he doing here? Didn't seem like the usual stop for a guy who used to wear green. "I'm, uh, looking for a friend. Yes! My friend. Who likes Spider-Girl."
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It was nice to know that even civillians like this could see how great May was. At least she was appreciated for her work, as she should be.
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"I mean it. I have a friend who's a big Spider-Fan. Kind of odd, actually, at his age." Oh jeez why did he even say that, Kaine would never let him forget it if he heard about this. "Ahem. Anyway. What are you doing here, out of curiousity?"
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"Spider-Girl ... she... she saved my life. She kept me from destroying myself. I guess I wanted to see if this shop was respecting her."
And get her some new costumes. But that really wasn't Reilly's business. Now if only he knews May's size.
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"She's something, isn't she?" He put the sweater back on the rack. "I... think the idea of merchandizing someone is a bit odd. Kind of creepy. But this is better than the other Spider-Merchandisors I've heard of."
Oh, no. How to explain that? "Uh. In law school, I mean. We discussed copyright as it applies to superheroes." Phew!
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Considering that even his grandfather had profitted more from the merchandising on Spider-Man's name, than Peter Parker ever had.
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Proudly, he came back with a shirt with a giant heart on it. In pink. "Or perhaps something like this? Only a strong, very secure, man would wear a thing like this. But I think they also have it black, if that's more your style...?"
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Old people were so weird.
It wasn't like he meant to be eavesdropping on them, but hey, he was right there and they could see him just fine.
Now he was wondering who the heck this Mr. Osborn guy was and why his grandfather would be turning over in his grave, though.
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