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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

[ 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.

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. ]

sick leave

[ ―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.

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. ]

wildcard

[ 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 is enoshima if you want to contact me directly c: ]

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[ Saving Peter was instinctual— just like staying to assist the people affected by what happened earlier— it's something her time at Fairy Tail has taught her. The fact she's managed to maintain such a good relationship with Peter after near drowning him twice, something she still feels bad for, is a blessing in itself. But seeing Peter fret.. more accurately, scold her like this, reminds her that there's more important people she needs to consider before she goes off risking her health.

And it also reminds her that he cares, probably as much as she does, which makes her feel even more terrible. The sheer image of Peter canoodling around sick, stretching his already thin body even thinner.. she'd act the same way, probably worse if the opportunity let her! Juvia shakes the idea out of her head, a new found resolve burning in her eyes. ]

But, Peter! [ But her voice is still lacking the determination her heart has, just by the way she speaks it's obvious that she knows what she's been doing seems.. stupid. Really stupid. She just doesn't want him to be mad, or worried, especially when she's safe with him! ] Juvia is fine! We're going home right now, aren't we?

( the bad news is if Peter were sick, he'd totally be a complete hypocrite and run around trying to be helpful despite that fact. blah blah blah spider-man didn't get sick days blah blah. the good news, though, is he isn't sick. overtired, possibly, overworked, most definitely, but sick? not yet, at the very least.

for now it is his turn to look after her, and it's not a horrible change of pace. there's a reason being a superhero came to him so easily, Peter genuinely enjoys helping people and even if he feels as if he's never doing enough, that doesn't cancel out the fact he does feel a little less helpless when there's someone he can help. he's spent too much time on the sidelines, lately — he's ashamed of the "hero" he's become, and helping Juvia is really a small step toward redemption...

but it's worth it, because he likes her more than he'd be able to freely admit, and knowing that she'll be home resting will set his mind at ease. )

Yeah, we are, ( he agrees, and while that does take some steam out of his lecture, he squeezes her to his side slightly. ) It's still dangerous. Just... do me a favor, okay? Take it easy, because we don't know enough about this yet to know when you're going to start getting better.

[ The good news is, with her incredible talent for tracking people down, she'd find him no matter what and knock some sense into him. Not that it's a skill she should be particularly proud of, stalking people that is— ]

Oh..! [ Juvia makes a small noise of surprise when he squeezes her. It only reminds her of how gross and clammy she probably feels to him. She endures her embarrassment, and how shy she feels, because the last thing she'd want to do is make this awkward. Especially when she's so touched by his words, and how content she feels near him. ] You won't have to worry after today. Juvia promises.

[ Truthfully, if she knew how this whole mess was weighing down on him, she would've done something a lot sooner to try to get him to relax. Or smile, one of the two, ideally. She hasn't recognized just how tired he might be, and more than likely won't til later when she's less hot, but she still wonders how he is. She likes Peter, enough to fight the sheer instinctual reaction to jump to conclusions about their current position, and enough to just enjoy his presence. Just like how he's concerned for her, she's concerned for him. ]

..You should take a break, too, when Juvia gets home. I can't imagine how busy you must be.

( wow they have so much in common... even stalking... how u think he found you Juvia its not because he was minding his own business and staying off of rooftops, that's for fucking sure!

well, luckily for Juvia, with his sweatshirt on, he can't really hope to feel the flush to her skin. it wouldn't have bothered him if he could, though. it isn't her fault she's sick, it'd be kind of cruel to hold it against her.

he's a bit of an enormous hypocrite when it comes to telling others to slow down when he has no intention of it, but in that dumb head of his Peter genuinely believes he can't slow down if it means others getting hurt. that speech about Responsibility stuck, stuck hard, clangs around in his head like a mantra. if he feels like he isn't doing enough, then he feels guilty for not living up to the ideal his uncle had expected of him. even if Ben would never have wanted him to drive himself into the ground for the sake of heroism, good luck convincing Peter of that.

he's not completely deaf to requests he rest, though. so he nods absently at the request he take a break. ) I'll make sure you're settled and go check on Cheryl. ( this is not actually a break, in a strict sense of the word, but it's pretty close, right? no? oh. okay. )

[ tf peter.... are u trying to steal all of juvia's popular character traits? she won't fight you but she'll be real peeved

Truthfully, she's not sure if that constitutes as a break in Peter's eyes, or if it's some joke she's not catching onto. The look of confusion spreads on her face, steps slowing as she thinks. She quickly decides that, one, she doesn't think he'd make a joke of something like this— he just isn't like that. ] Okay.. [ And two, that she isn't very pleased. She doesn't sound much happy, or convinced, when she finally speaks either.

Pushing the hair sticking to her forehead back, she wonders if scolding him like he did her would work. As petty as Juvia can be, she doesn't think she has it in her to even try. She doesn't want to put that extra stress on him, on her, even if he's being a bit of a hypocrite. Being the same way, similarly stubborn with the worst case of tunnel vision, she understands where he's getting at, just like how he understood her. His response just means she has to try a different approach, is all. ]

At least stay for a little, after Juvia is settled in.

[ Even though it comes out as a statement, she's really asking him. As much as she wants him to slow down, just like how she is, she can't force him. She's learned it first hand with all her friends, before waking up here. ]

( juvia is like twelve right so listen here she's stealing traits from him! he's been a creepy stalker virgin weirdo for longer!!!!! she probably owes him royalties.

sadly, in his head, that is a break. he wouldn't be flinging himself across the skyline looking for trouble. he wouldn't be fixated on slides or samples at the Institute and he wouldn't be running back and forth trying to get people care at Sanctuary. checking in wasn't exactly resting, yet it was a rest for his mind, wasn't it? that had to count, at least a little...

even if it isn't the same as actually resting, stopping and catching his breath.

while scolding him would have worked, at least in the moment, it probably would have made him feel bad. so her alternate strategy works all too well. he can't rightly refuse that, can he? and since Peter is determined to see her resting, it makes sense to stick around a little while and make sure she is. it's an easy thing to agree to. he's played right into her tiny hands, all on accident. ) Okay, for a little while. I can make you tea this time. ...is it hard, to make tea?

[ ok ya true but......consider this: fight 2 the death, creepy stalker virgin weirdo vs creepy (older) stalker virgin weirdo. winner takes all street cred and cash earned thru the years ]

Thank you.. That sounds very lovely, Peter. [ She manages a rather bright smile at his answer. But it doesn't last, only because she quickly fixates on the suggestion he managed to tick on at the end. ] Well, it isn't hard, but, [ Juvia whines, looking down at her feet. As much as she wants to revel in her victory, something that unintentionally feels rather satisfying, the idea of tea alone turns her mood upside down. ] it's too hot.

Juvia can't have tea, like this. [ It would probably be better for her, but with the way her body is boiling like water she doesn't want to test anything she hasn't done before. ] As long as it isn't hot, you can make anything we have in the kitchen. [ Ironically enough, the reason why she was even out in the first place was to go grocery shopping. Rin went home with the spoils of the day as she stayed behind.. ] Juvia can help, when we get to her house.

( okay lets do it but at best Juvia can only make about $12

anything in her kitchen, huh? well, that's harder, considering he can't cook so much as he accidentally scalds things and sometimes sets of smoke detectors. at least putting tea in water seems pretty harmless, actually cooking could probably benefit Juvia more, it's just he's not as confident in his ability to pull it off.

he frowns, because yeah it is probably a good idea for her to get hydrated, but if she can't even imagine drinking tea it probably says a lot about how warm she's feeling. he's probably not helping, considering the arm around her shoulders. Peter considers releasing her, it's just in the end he thinks the support might help her more than the potential added warmth.

they can't be that far, right? he hopes not. ) You've got a deal, but you only need to help me if I can't figure it out. I've got to learn my way around a kitchen at some point. ( he really just thinks when she's sick she's better off not in a kitchen... sorry, Juvia. )

[ deal. but realistically she could make like, at least 14 on a good day

The arm isn't too bad, because the help he's giving her in the end is worth endearing the bit of added heat on her shoulders. She'd rather have him there to steady her than stay planted where she was, enduring her rising temperature. His frown goes unnoticed by Juvia, only because his words remind her of when she first began to learn how to cook. And how terrible she was. In a way, it sounds exciting, even if she can't participate. ]

Juvia will stay on the sofa, until you're done. [ They aren't too far from her house― through the time they've been talking they'd managed to near complete the trek to where she lives. The quaint little place is in clear sight, and Juvia's lethargically feeling up her pockets for where she thinks her key is.

She sets her hat atop her head, for lack of place to put it, before fishing out the single key to unlock the door. She pats Peter's hand, the one resting on her shoulder, to let him know she should be okay for now. ] I'll need to change first, though.

( maybe, if she catches him on payday....... maybe..............

it is exciting, in a, "will my kitchen survive this?" sort of way. still, Peter is hoping he can find something easy to prepare, if only because it's probably better if he doesn't destroy her kitchen or possibly himself trying to help her. that would be about the opposite of helpful. )

Okay, deal. If I need it you can shout orders from the sidelines. You can be my kitchen coach. ( he's being dumb, even Peter knows it, it just seems worth it to cheer her spirits a little. she's already sick, she doesn't need him to be serious and glum, too. pretending she isn't sick isn't a good idea, yet beating the idea into the ground doesn't seem helpful, either. he'll try to take her mind off it, even though that's easier said than done, when she's got a fever.

she needs to change. right. obviously. after he releases her, Peter laughs (nervously, at nothing) before beelining to the kitchen. perfectly executed social interaction, Parker, nice. ) I'll just... be...... in here. ( far away from the sick girl that needs to change. THAT'S NOT EVEN WEIRD, PETER, WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS. SHE'S SICK, STOP. at least it gives him the opportunity to poke around her kitchen in attempts of figuring out something to prepare. he does so determinedly, in fact. he's definitely not thinking about anything else at all. at all. )

[ she's gonna count on that ok

Him acting dumb makes her feel a little lighter, it makes things feel a little more normal with banter like this. But his sudden, rather quick, change in behavior leaves her very confused. Enough to stand in the doorway, watching him, after his arm leaves her company and he bolts to the kitchen. It's cute, in a really weird way, but. Maybe.. Maybe, he really needs this break more than she thinks. ]

...Juvia won't be long. [ She calls, once she's seen enough of Peter fooling around in her kitchen, before she moves through the corridor straight into her room. After a couple minutes, he can hear her bare feet padding on the floor before she announces she's finished. ] I'm done. Peter, are you ready? [ She comes back in less, just in shorts and a loose tank— arguably the most skin anyone will Ever see her in. It at least lets her breathe, makes her feel a little less burnt.

A baby pink towel is wrapped around her neck, with Juvia using it to dry at herself when she gets too wet. Much like now, as she wipes the entirety of her face, muffling her words. ] For the coaching.

( at this point, if she asked why he was being so weird, Peter would definitely fall on the cross of being too tired for his own good over admitting sudden discomfort at the idea of a girl changing clothes. at least somewhere in that fluffy hair and bespectacled head, he knows he's being ridiculous... though knowing it isn't exactly the same as being able to act like a normal person, apparently.

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?

[ Juvia peeks up from her towel at his reaction, the sight of Peter acting..even more strange than usual... only manages to remind her of herself. It's suspicious. 'He needs more than just a break' kind of suspicious. Juvia would only do that if she was hiding something. She stays quiet, trying to think of any real plausible reason he's so weirded out. ]

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. ]

( oh yeah, he's hiding something, all right. it may even be accurate to say he's acting weirder than usual thanks to being overworked, too. it's just that he isn't actively trying to hide that part, Peter wouldn't know how to do that even if he tried.

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. )

[ Kitchen-like? As far as his knowledge of kitchens go..?? Peter..... She doesn't even have it in her to say anything about that. ]

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?

( the saddest part of all this is that he'd probably say that again in a perfectly ideal situation.... . . . ... ....

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. )

[ smh... we gotta help you get better material peter.......

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. ]

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. )

[ The mishap catches her all kinds of off guard, considering she was already spacing out seconds before. It's easy to forget about petite she really is, especially in moments like this, where her brain isn't functioning enough to properly shriek at the fact she's going to fall. When she does, it's delayed, it starts out strong but dies out rather quickly when she.. isn't on the ground.

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.

( it's a very good point. he said he was going, or at least that he should, yet Peter has made no progress on actually doing it. he's stuck to the floor, battling with the need to flee and the panic of it already being too late to run. it's hard to explain what is exactly so terrifying about showing his hand, in a world where there are so many people like him. Juvia included. it's not something he's ready to explain, either; it was supposed to be a secret, it had to be a secret, and now...

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. )

[ That's what makes his response so particularly hard to understand for her. To Juvia, there's no reason to hide something like this, having been surrounded by people like herself all of her life. While she's had difficulties controlling her powers in the past, it doesn't mean she isn't proud to have them.

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?

( he feels enormously foolish at the reminder that he'd been supposedly cooking for her when all this went south. she's still sick, she's the one who needs looking after here, not him, and somehow Juvia is stuck trying to reach out to him instead of the other way around. it makes him feel about five years old, though as shameful as it is (and it is a little shameful), it isn't lost on him that she bothers to try and reach out, despite every reason not to.

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. )

[ She's not necessarily holding it against him that things turned out like this, despite their initial intentions. Part of her thinks that a lot of what happened was just his initial response to the whole catastrophe that was about to happen. ] Juvia doesn't think it's Thanksgiving, so you're allowed in this one until then. [ His laugh is a good sign in her eyes, no matter how small it actually is. She feels that she's doing right, just by the sound of it.

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?

( what caused this is most certainly a mix of his instinct to stop things if he can, and most certainly the fact he wasn't going to let Juvia get hurt. especially because of him. and he's not exactly great at controlling his spider senses. they go off and he reacts, sometimes whether he likes it or not. it's just usually he is either wearing a mask or his reaction is a bit easier to explain away.

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. )

[ That's the difference-- Juvia really does think that she would understand him better if her world was like hers. She only has an inkling of what he might feel like, only because she can't imagine a world without magic and its users. His confession leads her to that immediate conclusion, and that desire to be a better support beam for him growing stronger every second. ]

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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this is the worst thing ive written in a long time

im literally crying...i absolutely love how extra peter is

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