School? Uh, no, not really. Second in my class, as the first in my class was determined to remind everyone. ( Peter's expression changes just referencing Gwen, though luckily he can hide the shift in his expression as he tries to locate some ice in the freezer. he's lucky there is some, or this iced tea was going to end up being simply lukewarm.
the problem with him sticking his head in a freezer and Juvia appearing so suddenly that even she is shocked by her sudden appearance, there is no spider senses warning him about her tiny form in his way as he turns to set his next prize on the counter. the warning he gets is hilariously late, and doesn't stop him from running straight into her. considering his height advantage, it's more than enough to knock the poor thing over and send the bag of ice skittering toward the glasses like he's going eskimo bowling, because Peter Parker is deadly and this is why nobody should get close to him.
Juvia makes it out of the fall far better than the girl Peter was just musing about, though. he definitely doesn't move fast enough to keep her from the panic of sudden weightlessness, though there's never an impact with the hard floor. he manages to catch her before she can get that far, following instincts that often feel like a rollercoaster he can't control. maybe he could have played it off as impressive reflexes if it weren't for the glass slowly and precariously rolling off the counter thanks to the ice that had knocked it over. it never hits the ground, either, after a quiet thwipfrom his webshooter sends it flying to his hand instead.
Peter stares at the whole situation just as Juvia had been a second ago, alarmed by how catastrophically he's messed up — because seriously, why did he just do that?. if he could come up with an excuse of great reflexes for the catch (hard to believe at best), there's no believable excuse for webshooters attached to his wrists. the moment is hilariously precarious, even more than the cups on the countertop had been, and resembles the same amount of delicacy; how exactly to move forward without something ending up horribly broken?
without warning he straightens, pulling them both into standing straight again. Peter looks a bit like a caged animal that is looking for the nearest possible exit, probably because he is. ) Sorry. I'm sorry. I... I.... I should go. ( because if he just doesn't bring it up there's nothing to talk about, right? despite the disclaimer, he hasn't let her go. he hasn't let the glass go, either. there's still a little remnant of web left behind like a giant red flag that won't be forgotten. )
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the problem with him sticking his head in a freezer and Juvia appearing so suddenly that even she is shocked by her sudden appearance, there is no spider senses warning him about her tiny form in his way as he turns to set his next prize on the counter. the warning he gets is hilariously late, and doesn't stop him from running straight into her. considering his height advantage, it's more than enough to knock the poor thing over and send the bag of ice skittering toward the glasses like he's going eskimo bowling, because Peter Parker is deadly and this is why nobody should get close to him.
Juvia makes it out of the fall far better than the girl Peter was just musing about, though. he definitely doesn't move fast enough to keep her from the panic of sudden weightlessness, though there's never an impact with the hard floor. he manages to catch her before she can get that far, following instincts that often feel like a rollercoaster he can't control. maybe he could have played it off as impressive reflexes if it weren't for the glass slowly and precariously rolling off the counter thanks to the ice that had knocked it over. it never hits the ground, either, after a quiet thwipfrom his webshooter sends it flying to his hand instead.
Peter stares at the whole situation just as Juvia had been a second ago, alarmed by how catastrophically he's messed up — because seriously, why did he just do that?. if he could come up with an excuse of great reflexes for the catch (hard to believe at best), there's no believable excuse for webshooters attached to his wrists. the moment is hilariously precarious, even more than the cups on the countertop had been, and resembles the same amount of delicacy; how exactly to move forward without something ending up horribly broken?
without warning he straightens, pulling them both into standing straight again. Peter looks a bit like a caged animal that is looking for the nearest possible exit, probably because he is. ) Sorry. I'm sorry. I... I.... I should go. ( because if he just doesn't bring it up there's nothing to talk about, right? despite the disclaimer, he hasn't let her go. he hasn't let the glass go, either. there's still a little remnant of web left behind like a giant red flag that won't be forgotten. )