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Who: Juvia Lockser (lacuscular) & various
What: catch-all log for October!!
When: all month!
Where: around Olympia/her home, etc
Warning(s): none save for being sick!
volunteering
lacuscular) & variousWhat: catch-all log for October!!
When: all month!
Where: around Olympia/her home, etc
Warning(s): none save for being sick!
volunteering
[ Despite being involved in the brunt of whatever detonated in the market district, Juvia still takes it upon herself to help those immediately around her. Even though her desire to find out who is directly responsible for this is strong, her need to be useful overpowers it.sick leave
While still semi functional, with no dire signs of sickness, she chooses to assist in disposal of anything contaminated. For the hour she is Alive catch her roaming around, offering to pick up slack for anyone slowing down or needing an extra hand. ]
[ ―but it isn't long into helping with the recovery efforts that the symptoms hit her. It starts when her already clammy hands are suddenly, to be frank, clammier. Skin is paler than usual, and mouth suddenly dry. The crate of food she holds slips from her fingers and lands harshly on the floor. She thinks it's because she's not paying attention, which, is true. Juvia is still thinking about the confusion and fear that hit her during the attack.wildcard
But it's when she has to step aside because she simply can't pick up the crates anymore does she realize something is wrong. In a panic, she separates herself from the collection of people in the market district, taking off her hat only to place her hand up against her forehead. ]
Juvia.. Juvia can't tell the difference.
[ She mumbles, stopping once she's far enough by herself to check her own temperature. ]
[ if you want to plan out something specific, or throw something at me, feel free to! my plotting comment is over here and my plurk isenoshima if you want to contact me directly c: ]
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at least her being dressed, even with less on, is less ruffling than the idea of her taking them off. he's scouted through her cupboards and appliances trying to find something easy to put together and ... well, he hasn't found anything, mostly because he's looked without seeing in his determination not to think about things he shouldn't. so he hasn't actually found anything, but Juvia doesn't need to know that.
he's a little red, but recovering, when she announces her return. ) Cool. Cool cool cool. ( realizing that does not sound very natural, Peter presses his hand to his mouth, as if he could just stop embarrassing things leaking out of it by force. when he tries again he's a bit more composed. ) So we're thinking cold, right? Have you ever had iced tea?
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Juvia usually has her tea hot. [ It sounds like she's thinking of something else (Did Rin hide something fishy in the cupboards?) when she answers him, taking a seat on the sofa. ] But, iced tea sounds very good. [ Truthfully, no matter what he picked, she probably would have told him it sounded good no matter what. She's not one to outright deny someone's choice, especially when they're doing her a favor like this.
She tilts her head, resting it on the cushion of the towel, as her eyes move down to the emblem on her thigh. ] Was there anything else you found that interested you? [ Straightening herself, Juvia pulls the towel from around her neck to lay it over her legs, gently patting them down. ]
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turns out he is no better at trying to hide his embarrassment nor his annoyance at his own wandering imagination. what a coincidence.
he's put slightly on the spot by the inquiry about something interesting him in the kitchen. it's a red flag that Juvia is absolutely catching on to him acting bizarre, and yeah, what a shock that one is, am I right? ) Ah... no. All's fine in here, very kitchen-like. As far as my knowledge of kitchens go. My aunt did her best to keep me out of hers. ( it occurs to him that in all his 'looking' he does not remember seeing the tea, even though he probably (definitely) saw it. )
Er, where is your tea again? ( he wonders, sheepish, as he tries a cabinet at random and at the very least, does successfully find some glasses. he places them a little close to the edge of the counter, but shh. it'll be fine. he's lucky the kettle is already on the stove, all he has to do is heat the water up. )
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To the left of where you are.. In the cabinet with the marking on its side. [ Juvia recognizes that with his question, he has definitely done little to no actual looking in the kitchen. She's not too surprised, watching him as he tries to play it cool, what with just his peculiar mood since entering her house. She must've said something..
..Maybe, if she talks about something he likes, it'll be better? He's trying for her sake, so she feels she owes it to him to do the same. ] Peter, did your aunt cook a lot? [ She asks as eyes the glasses, having a distinct flashback to the last time there was a mess in her kitchen. Back when Lance, Rin, and Juvia all had a screaming contest in the kitchen and spilled lemonade everywhere.
She's trying her hardest not to have the unease show on her face, because she has absolute faith in Peter to not do the same. ] Or were you just not allowed in there?
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it's a little shameful that the tea he has no memory of is in a cabinet he'd definitely already looked in. ) Right. I knew that. ( he didn't, that's a terrible save. he plucks open the cabinet to look at his choices. there's no Lipton to throw in some hot water, which is his American knowledge of iced tea, but he figures any black tea will taste pretty similar. so he takes what looks like black tea and puts that next to the glasses, making a bizarre little assembly line precariously perched on the edge of the counter.
aunt talk is kind of an unexpected segue but Peter will take it and cling to it like a life line to save him from himself. ) Sure. She cooked for both of us. Er, well, she cooked more when I was still in high school, but then she started working more at the diner, so we ordered in. ( it's too much information, maybe, but it's delivered a little more easily than... you know, everything other dumb thing he's said in the last ten minutes.
he laughs at the slightly worried inquiry. ) She let me in the kitchen, I was joking. She did kick me out once at Thanksgiving, but it was only because I kept trying to steal bites of the pie. ( the kettle is the easiest part of this whole operation, it turns out, since it's already settled on a burner. even Peter Parker manages to turn it on without much issue. )
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Even if she could tell the difference, it wouldn't matter much to Juvia what she had to drink so long as it didn't make her feel warmer. ] Rin sometimes rearranges the contents of the kitchen, so that might be why you didn't see it. [ She still manages to feel bad, so she pipes up with an explanation that can work for the both of them.
Peter talking is a nice distraction from her sweating, but it doesn't distract her enough to move her eyes away from what his hands are doing. And when he talks, she still listens, very much interested in how his family functions. But she's moving, pushing herself off the sofa and switching to autopilot once she's on her feet. Juvia only remembers bits and pieces of what they talked about when it came to his mystical home.... ... .. NY.
She still doesn't know what it is, or what he's mentioning, but she remembers him talking about how difficult it was to live there. It's the only thing she really focuses on when she picks up the glasses.. ] Was high school hard? [ ..And places them in a safer spot, away from the edge and possibly her floor. Juvia doesn't even realize how quickly she's even walked to the counter until she's already there, blinking owlishly at her surroundings. ]
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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. )
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And that there's warmth around her, warmth that definitely isn't just coming from her. Juvia's lips part, breath slightly erratic but steadying the longer she makes eye contact with him. She hears the glass, more than she sees it, willing to chalk it up as collateral damage. When she finally gets an inkling of what she wants to say, or try to, her voice dies in her throat. It's the thwip that gets her, that makes her go slack jawed in his arms. Her eyes flicker to the glass in his hand, to the... the web. She thinks? The remnants of whatever just shot out to save one of her precious glasses, she corrects. Has Peter always done that?
Being straightened makes her squeak in surprise, mouth clamping shut at the turn of events. Juvia doesn't need to look up at his face to see what he's feeling, but she does anyway. It snaps her back into the reality of what just happened, that this isn't actually some weird fever induced dream. ] Ju.. [ It's something mumbled under her breath, because she's desperately trying to grasp at her ability to form words in fear that he'll bolt out of the door.
Yet, he doesn't. She's still being held, as is the glass, and they're still in her kitchen. Her hands, at first, awkwardly fumble on his person. She wants to hold some part of him, too, to make sure he won't walk out of her door. The sides of his sweater are what she latches onto, angling her head up so she can properly speak to him. ] Ju.. Juvia thinks you should stay. [ Excitement swirls in her chest, among other things like disbelief and confusion, at what this really might mean. ]
You said you would stay for a little while, so.. don't leave just yet.
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Juvia is looking up at him but he can't quite manage to look her in the eye, head hanging and shoulders a miserable line. he wishes she knew how dangerous it was to ask him to stay. she'd have been better off letting him go. the fact that neither of them really want him to leave makes it harder to actually go through with it, even if that's what he should do.
it's safer. safer for her, and maybe safer for him, too.
he did say he'd stay, though he's not expecting the words to be thrown back at him after all... that. ) Your kitchen might not make it if I do, ( he mutters, a half hearted joke that is at least moderately better than the panic he still can't quite shake, but Peter doesn't seemed to have shaken Juvia, either. not, exactly, that he's tried. )
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Yet, she also understands his blatant desire to keep something from everyone. He must have a reason, and it's.. not like she can force it out of him. ]
Juvia can never be worried about the kitchen.. [ But, ah, this also could be one of those confound gadgets she's come across, like the one Lena has. Juvia can't really place what it might be, but she has her hopes up for the former. Then she would know for sure what to say to make this all better. ] It can be replaced. [ And now that she's at least seventy-five percent sure he won't leave, she feels a little more relaxed in his hold. Even slightly more confident with what she wants to do to soothe him.
But she's quick to notice his lack of eye contact, to notice just how small he actually looks the way he droops like that. ] Maybe, with something sturdier, for the next time you wish to cook in it. [ It's said after some thought, without her earlier hesitance. Releasing one hand from his side, she places it firmly atop the cup he still holds. Water pours from the palm of her hand, gradually filling up the glass. It's a small gesture she hopes will either distract him from his own storm cloud he's stuck in, or remind him that she, too, might be just as quirky as he is. ] Juvia doesn't think it's a bad idea. Do you?
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he huffs a half laugh at the idea her kitchen might need to be sturdier before Hurricane Parker hits it. she might be right there. ) Now you see why my aunt didn't want me in the kitchen, ( he points out, though he doesn't remember ever running his poor auntie over. it's sad — Juvia now knows something about him that not even Aunt May had known.
the glass filling all on its own is a promising reminder. that he's not staring down someone who wouldn't understand abilities beyond the expected. it's still just as amazing watching her powers at work as it had been when she nearly drowned him their very first meeting. he'd wished he could tell her the truth even then, hadn't he — to relate to someone who was like him, when back home there was nobody that could really understand? it's a good reminder, though it does make him wonder. at least he manages to look her in the eye again. ) Aren't you mad? Shouldn't you... be mad?
( that he's been hiding things. hiding big things. he has his reasons but usually when the truth comes out, people are angry, not trying to reassure him. )
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Water only drips from her palm now, hand drifting away from the rim of the glass once it's halfway full. Gingerly, she places it atop his own, wanting to guide the glass over to the counter. His question makes her brows furrow, eyes looking off to the side in thought before they eventually settle back on his. ] No.. There's not much of a reason to be mad. [ If she is mad, she certainly doesn't feel much of it. She only feels concern because he's so obviously distraught and she wants to help fix it. ] At home, sometimes things like this happen. It isn't uncommon for people to hide their magic.
[ Whether it be for personal reasons, or one for a tactical advantage, it doesn't matter. It's part of the reason why her reaction is so comparably soft to what he's used to. Part of her actually hopes that this is the case, even if the circumstances around it caused the person holding her such anxiety. ] And you're still you― [ The tiny hand that still grips his sweater moves up to softly pat his chest, as if to emphasis her point that he is the most important thing in the room right now. ] the Peter Parker who is helping Juvia feel better, and the one that takes priority as of a minute ago.
[ She rests her hand on him after that, nothing but earnest as she asks, ] ..Is there anything I can do? To help you feel better?
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not this time, clearly.
she leads the glass to the counter and he doesn't stop her. it is definitely safer that way. his eyes stay on her as she explains why she doesn't see a reason to be angry. it wouldn't make sense for him, now would it? in his world he's pretty much the only person with powers to explain. in hers there were a multitude of people with abilities, and they all had their own reasons for hiding or not hiding them. Peter wonders, just a moment, what that would be like.
the wondering is cut short by the soft pat on his chest, which is both endearing and... wow, a good reminder they are still very close right now, aren't they? he turns a little pink at the realization, though i mean, at least he's not embarrassed by the idea of her being naked this time, so that's cool. besides, the sentiment sticks deeper than the proximity — you're still you. sometimes Peter himself tends to forget about that; probably because he intentionally keeps two very separate lives. it's easy to forget you are more than your abilities when a whole city doesn't think much about that fact, either. )
No, no. I'm okay. I'm the one looking after you, remember? ( though maybe he should do it without cooking... just putting it out there. ) I just... back home, I can't. Tell people. It's dangerous. And... it still feels like it's dangerous, even here. ( he looks worried now, but he can't help himself. it doesn't matter there's not a green goblin haunting Olympia at the moment, Peter has learned all too well that people connected to him were in danger just for the sheer fact that they cared about him. ) I'm sorry. That I didn't say something. I wanted to, back when we first met, but...
( old habits died really, really hard. )
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Okay.. [ His reason why, that is something she can relate to. Juvia thinks back to all the times she's faced danger in the form of magic, itself, and its users. There were only periods of rest they could have between each battle, and that was with everyone well aware of what they were capable of. ] Juvia can't say for sure it isn't dangerous here.. We still don't know this place, after all, even if we were taken in. So you're right in doing that. [ She understands that well and fine. She's so used to having her own powers exposed that the idea of hiding them for so long is almost foreign. ]
You don't have to say sorry. [ But.. Pink dusts her own cheeks, remembering his kind words about her own abilities. Her eyes flicker to look at him, then to the hand she's rested on his chest. She does well, remembering not think about the forgotten warmth wrapped around her. The warmth that's his arm. Ah. ] Thank you, though. [ Ah!! ] For saying such nice things about Juvia's water, back then. It meant a lot to me. Even if you got wet, in the process.
[ She still stays in place, remaining firm in place. ] Juvia can never get hurt, so you won't have to worry about danger with her.
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whoa, not a good thought process to amble down.
it's not the first time Juvia has apologized for getting him wet, though Peter is still of the same opinion that way worse things have happened to him, and it had saved him from being run over by a falling pod, hadn't it? he lets go of Juvia, finally, almost like he's finally snapping out of whatever limbo he was trapped in, though he doesn't quite step back from the hand she puts on his chest. )
I meant it. It is amazing, I've never seen anything like that before. And... I'm not used to people being... like me. ( it feels lame to admit it, put it into words... but it's the truth. the only people that came close to having enhanced abilities always tried to take over Manhattan or something else extremely villainous, there was never an opportunity to relate to someone about superpowers. ) You can't... why not?
( does it have something to do with her control over water? truly, it sends his head reeling with all the scientific possibilities... but at least thinking about Science probably means he has less time to feel flighty about the fact he'd accidentally blown a hole straight through his normal guy persona. )
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Hearing his praise makes her go bug-eyed, never expecting him to go right back at it. Despite not needing the validation, Juvia won't deny that she takes far too much enjoyment out of this than she should. She'd try and goad for more if not for the situation. ] Really? [ If it's possible, she feels warmer than before. It makes her partially thankful for the new space between them, letting out a huff of hair in an attempt to focus properly. ]
Well, Juvia thinks you'll like having people like yourself around. [ Sounding more focused, she nods to him. It's changed her perspective on things― she doesn't feel as burdened by her magic as she did before. After he asks her that question, asking why, Peter will discover he won't have to wonder very long.
She decides to show him to help him understand better before directly answering him. In moments, the solid image of her arm is gradually replaced by translucent liquid. The hand on his chest is the only physical thing remaining once she's finished, the edges of where skin and water meet right at her wrist. ]
My body is made of water, is why. [ Juvia uses her other hand to pass right through where her arm should be, hitting only water instead. ]
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while sometimes Peter feels as if his own powers are less amazing and more dangerous, he has no such concerns or reservations about Juvia's. it's funny how that works. it might have something to do with her apparent control and obvious confidence, yet he is truly starstruck by what she can do. if she likes to hear a compliment or twenty, she's made friends with the right kid. he's much better at giving them than receiving them.
especially when she shows him the extent, her body completely fading out to a watery form that defies all sense of logic and gravity. a part of his head chugs in complaint at what he's being presented, though that's quickly overwhelmed by the awe. while he doesn't understand how her powers work, he doesn't really care about the science of it all at the moment. maybe later.
for now, his dark eyes are blown incredibly wide, and if it weren't for the nagging suspicion that perhaps all of her is contagious right now, he might have tested exactly how solid she was. as it is, he doesn't move to touch her, instead breathing, ) Holy... ( he may very well have cursed (a rarity, for Peter) if he hadn't lost the voice to do it with. ) I'm not that lucky. I mean, that you can't hurt me. It is harder, and I heal faster, but... ( he stalls again, because it's kind of weird to talk about his powers. he really doesn't have a lot of experience with it, frankly. he shakes it off, though, instead of being stuck in his discomfort forever. it's actually kind of freeing to have someone to talk to. ) I heal from most stuff in a day or two, unless it's a broken bone, but it definitely still hurts.
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The only explanation she'd really be able to give him is that they're spells, and just an innate ability to manipulate water that makes her so good at what she does. It's come to be something she's just had to accept, even when she wasn't so particularly fond of it or how drastically it changed her life. Seeing the look in Peter's eyes strangely reminds her of that, makes her a little slack-jawed at his pure enthusiasm.
But it doesn't last long, because she lets out a laugh. It's soft, mixed with both relief and amusement. She barely registers that she's made him feel better, just like how he is with her just by opening up and looking less glum. ] This is something that can only be done consciously, so in battle I will always have the advantage. [ Skin replaces water as she speaks, her own eyes flickering down to watch the transformation until her arm is once again solid. She fails to mention that if she's ever caught off guard, the likelihood of her getting hurt drastically increases. ] Juvia thinks you're the lucky one, though.
Healing faster sounds like a useful ability. In that aspect, I'm fairly normal. [ Her hand slides down his chest to drop back to her side, moving to slowly lean against the counter closest to them. Her attention is still on him, evident by the fact she hasn't strayed too far and the tilt of her head to meet his eyes. ] Ah, yes, it does.. [ throwback to that 1 time she broke her leg... she knows that life too well ] Have you broken anything, before?
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it was inevitable that some confusion would happen... and in the end, as much as he wants a scientific explanation for everything, in the world he's in now it just isn't this easy.
the idea that she has to consciously protect herself isn't lost on Peter. while her invulnerability sounds promising, he can't help but wonder what could happen if she wasn't prepared. he doesn't really like thinking about the answer. hopefully it never becomes a problem, and if it does? he can hope that he's there and can do something about it, though that's a very wide hope.
the small hand sliding down his chest is a little distracting, though now is not a good time for distraction. it's probably for the best that she steps back and into her own space. leave the tiny sick girl alone, Peter Parker. has he broken anything? he laughs, though there's nothing funny about it. ) Oh, sure. Ribs, mostly. Shoulder once. That was the worst one. And maybe my ankle, I dunno, how do you know if your ankle is broken? ( xrays, arguably, though he had just slept it off and even after a night he'd been able to walk on it again.
which totally and completely begs the question why are you getting so fucked up all the time, which probably means Juvia is owed a bit more honesty. Peter isn't sure how much to say, if anything, and can't help himself when he asks, ) Its just... I dunno, a part of the job. Are you sure you want to hear about this? ( his secret life, his secret abilities, she doesn't have to hear about it if she doesn't want to. )
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She tilts her head to the side, nodding as he lists off each part of himself he's injured. Juvia is glad it isn't very long, but it does make her wonder how he wound up like that. She understands the nonchalance that comes with his words, even the laugh. She can't really blame him, since injuries are so common in Fairy Tail the lot of them tend to joke about it. ] Juvia heard a snap here, [ She bends down to pat at her the exact spot on her thigh. ] when she tried walking with her leg broken like that. I went straight to the ground. The concept must be the same, I think.
[ She had to crawl her way back to where everyone was....... Those were tough times, Juvia thinks. ]
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[ She mumbles the last part, suddenly feeling bad at her poking fun at him when they first brought it up. If, if she knew he was having such a hard time at work, she would've kept quiet! She should be lucky he's even willing to give her more details, when she was such a bully before! Her head tucks down, her inner turmoil radiating off her figure until she swings her head up. ]
Yes, I would like to hear about your work!! I would love to! [ She exclaims with her raspy throat, wanting to reassure him that everything was alright. ] Ah, but.. but Juvia has one question.
Your injuries.. Is it because of that man you take photos of? Are you two.. [ She makes a vague gesture with her hands, cheeks flushed because of what she's about to say. ] ..rough with each other??
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he could even make her that tea, like he promised, because her rasp definitely indicates she could use a drink more than she could use a conversation. especially when it is that question. but it is that question, and that question renders him incapable of functioning well enough to respond to any of the rest. it almost doesn't seem real, for a moment, and he stares at her a long pace before he turns an aggravated shade of scarlet. )
I told you, we aren't... ( Juvia, HOW KINKY ARE yoU THAT mULTIPLE BROKEN BONES SOUNDS LIKE A SAFE SEXUaL RELATIONSHIP!!! Peter is mortified, and rightly so, but if you think about it he really asked for this, making a career of taking pictures of himself. ) That guy. That I take pictures of. Spider-Man. He's me. That's how I get hurt, fighting crime. Not... ( not from extremely vigorous love making.... with himself. WH Y IS THIS HAPPENINGx2
Peter can't look her in the eye after... you know, all of that, but luckily the kettle yells from the stove and he has an excuse to turn away to go get it. maybe, just maybe, but the time he turns around he can stop looking like an embarrassed lobster. )
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that is...not spicy at all? ride or die kinky peter or ur not rly living ]
Huh. [ She's definitely not as embarrassed as he is, actually thinking about how.. fitting that is. It just feels like something he would do, that it wouldn't be so totally out there. Juvia can only stare at Peter as he has steadily turns into a blushing mess, and turns to give his attention to the kettle towards the other end of the kitchen. She can't blame him.. he's really rattled. Really embarrassed, even really endearing. She has to remind herself not to laugh, in fear of him running out of her home.
Well, he won't do that now, but she still can worry! ] Juvia thinks you would've fit in well with Fairy Tail. [ She lets him attend to the kettle, resting at her own spot. She only bothers saying it because, well, she really would think he'd enjoy it there. If they took in someone like Juvia, after having tried to destroy their livelihood, they definitely would've taken him in. ] We all have names like that. Either something we are given, or something we choose for ourselves.
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he may just be embarrassed enough to flee, honestly, which is sad because he'd stuck around this long, surely the idea of both rough sex and masturbation is not that alarming. for the flighty virgin, it kind of is. he's lucky that Juvia takes it easy on him, and that the revelation of his superheroics takes the heat off a little.
Fairy Tail. he remembers her mentioning it, a group (guild?) she'd been a part of back home. he's managed to get the tea steeping before he braves looking at her again. he's still red, but recovering, with the life preserver of a conversation change thrown out to save him from himself. ) That was your group back home, right? ( as for the name, Peter is still embarrassed, though at least this time it isn't because of kinky sex. ) I didn't pick it. But I flew around the city with a spider emblazoned across my back, so I was kind of asking for it.
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Making eye contact is essential, she thinks, despite how red he still is. Nodding, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. He isn't necessarily wrong when he says group, because that's technically what they are. ] Juvia didn't pick hers, either. [ She hopes that at least he feels a little comforted by that, makes him a little less jittery. ] It's my username. It rained wherever Juvia went, so that's how people knew to recognize her.
[ She doesn't immediately connect his antics to superheroes, either, mostly because there wasn't any need for them where she's from. With how open everyone was there wasn't a need for a mask unless you were especially nefarious. It takes her a moment to think as he handles the tea, a tilt of her head accompanying her question. ]
..But would you give yourself something different? If you did have a choice.
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i think your tag actually made me cry ... they are the worst