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Screeeeee-

"Ow! Dammit." Toxin snarled at the spot on the building where he'd been attempting to scratch, backing away from it. It wasn't like his claws needed sharpening, but he'd figured that doing it would help him vent his frustration a little.

So much for that. All it did was give him a headache from the high pitched noise. He bared his teeth at the building again simply because it made him feel better, then jumped onto the building, scrambling up its side until he reached a ledge. He sat there, eyepatches narrowed as he stared down at the city and sulked.

Stupid Spider-Man. Stupid Venom. Stupid no fighting rules.

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Stupid Spider-Man, eh? If he really were stupid, would he turn up at this precise moment? Don't answer that.

Peter has been racing across the city for two hours now, after devouring four rather ample portions of the gloop they serve in the mess. Putting it lightly, he can't stop moving.

He swoops down to Toxin on a webline, "That's what you get for chasing parked cars."

Toxin's eyepatches narrow further as Peter shows up, backing away from the edge a little. Being that close to Venom puts him on edge. Still, his head tilts to the side as he eyeballs him warily. Parked cars?

he growls, the tendrils at his waist and elbows lashing in annoyance.

Peter scratched his head. Okay, another analogy, "Don't mind me, you can flog dead horses all you want."

"Y'know, I'm sure there are more productive things for you to be taking a swipe at. Word on the street is you get fifty bucks for popping one of the english dudes."

He still sounds baffled.

The symbiote crouches down to sit, still glaring at Peter warily.

Peter bounces into the air, springing off three adjacent buildings, leaving a web in his wake. He dangles from it, lowering himself to eyelevel.

"Been hitting that wall with your head too, huh? The english guys-- the old married couple with the funny titles."

Toxin snorts at him, his lip curling back to show more gum-the teeth are already apparent.

He tilts his head again, sitting up straighter.

"Depends which of us you're talking to," his eyes narrow, "Split personality one or split personality two. I've developed a sudden enthusiasm for botany, so I'm going to go with the latter."

His attention goes from Peter's mask to the suit, and he snaps his jaws with a click of teeth-and a spray of drool. he grumbles.

"Maybe it's 'cause he doesn't talk," Peter replies obstinately, "Maybe he's just a suit."

Toxin turns his attention back to Peter snorting.

"Maybe I'm just humouring it," he shrugs, "Wouldn't want to be on my suit's bad side. Might shrink in the wash just to spite me."

The symbiote snorts.

"That sounds horrific," Peter laughs back, "So, uh, is Pat-- in there? Can I speak to him?"

Toxin grumbles, heaving a sigh.

A moment later, Pat has been roused, and shakes his head in an attempt to clear it. The eyepatches narrow for a moment as he takes in the city, peter, and...well, surprisingly, no destroyed city bits. Still, it seems prudent to check: "...Please tell me there wasn't a brawl."

"Good," Pat mutters, then turns his attention back to Peter.

"Do you really let him wander about while you sleep?" Peter looks a little incredulous.

"Not always. Usually it's when he's been behaving himself-or when I know it's the only way to get him to shut up," he adds with a sigh.

"Huh. That's what people say about me," Peter replies.

Then, he clears his throat, as he's not exactly sure how to go about this, "So, uh, I figured since we're likely to be stuck here a while and you're actually from my universe and everything, that we, uh, get to know one another. Well, I'll do most of the getting-to-know, I guess."

"If it helps, I don't know you that well, either-and I'm still trying to figure out the whole time or slightly different universe or whatever issue. There's some other people you might want to meet, too-they're from places that're close, too."

"I already ran into Hawkeye," and hadn't that gone down well? "Last time I checked he wasn't quite so top heavy."

Pat smiled a little-a slightly unnerving expression, given the teeth that were being used. "There's also...Vincent or Victor or some kind of V name. I talked to him a little before; sounded like he's met you, wherever he comes from."

Peter taps his chin, "Nope, those bells aren't ringing. Guess I'm gonna have to get used to this kind of thing."

He blows air, sounding like a deflating balloon, "Boy, what I would give for an Avenger right about now."

"You think they'd be able to figure out a way off this thing?"

"I'm not sure anyone would, but I'd be more inclined to fall into step if one of them were organizing this tea party."

"Well, we've...kind of avoided disaster so far. Kind of. The thing with the Yeerks was close. ...So was the thing with the roaches, actually." Pat paused. "On second thought, we're probably really lucky that there hasn't been more deaths."

"Kid, be quiet."

"Hey, I've seen less favourable odds. All this situation needs is a little positive thinking." He replies, although it's mostly face. Strange as it seems to him, he's a tutor now, he's not allowed to be a downer.

Oh Christ, who thought of him as a tutor was a good idea?! He was going to get them all killed, he could virtually picture it...

"Positive thinking...a better way to pick up on uninvited guests." Pat makes a face, the end result being that more tooth and gum are shown then normal as his tongue sticks out. "We didn't know about the Yeerks or the roaches until we got attacked. I'm hoping the patrols'll keep something like that from happening again."

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