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It felt weird to be here in Castle Wyvern, without the stone building's usual occupants present. But, as he reminded himself, someone had to look after it, since Goliath and Elisa were no longer able to, and he was the only person left on board from that world.

Peter entered the library, and, given the lack of light to read by, used his Spider-Signal to hunt around for the lightswitch, and, once he found it, pulled out a book at random before starting to read.

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"Goliath's not here. Either GLaDOS got him or he's been repodded or something." Peter answered truthfully. His stomach growled.

"....um, You don't mind if I eat it, do you?"

There's a whimper at discovering this news and a few tears fall from his eyes. Still, the tears are only a few -- Better for Goliath to be asleep and alive than dead.

Nodding, the ghost of a smile passes his face.

"Noh, Rrrr-enne sharrrre wi-th yeu."

Actually, that kind of makes him feel a little better, getting to share his food with someone and dine not only in thanks of Goliath still being alive but more to the fact, that Renne hadn't forgotten Spidey's little move in the City.

"Alright, I'll get the door." Head disappearing back into the library, peter eventually got back to the front door, where he took the dish from Renne.

"Okay,it's been a while since I've actually been here, but I think there's a room we can eat in down the hall way to the left."

"Eee. Than-k yeu."

Chirp. He'd only been here a few times so he hadn't gotten to know the place all too well. Now with Goliath gone? He half-wonders if being here is proper. Idly, his hand moves to trail over his newest tattoo.
The shield was Goliath's...

Half lost in thought and half trying to navigate properly (by trailing the right-hand wall), Renne follows the Human onward.

Peter found the door to the room in question, and opened the door with a click.

"Okay, TV room. Not what I was looking for, but it'll work." he said, putting the dish on the coffee table, hand pausing out scratch marks gouged into it by Bronx. He shook off the slight melancholy that had settled, knowing that he should probably try to keep that particular emotion it to a minimum. Given that he was now living in the home of some f the few people who actually got why his alter-ego existed, the constant memories would probably keep him in that state indefinitely if he didn't keep a rein on it.

"The wha-t?"

He's been around a great hodgepodge of technology, going from swords and steel to starships and dilithium crystals. However, there is still a great deal of it that he's not yet encountered. Thus, the puzzled trill.

"TV. Television. It's like a, um, magic picture box?" Peter explained, more than a little awkwardly.

The word 'magic' has him halt. A flash of brown blazes across his eyes and skin and the oddity takes a sniff of the air, as if to try to find that disgustingly distinct scent magic has to him.

Peter paused, remembering Renne's earlier questions about his webbing.

"Oh, right. You don't like magic for some reason. It's not actually magic, just an easy way of explaining technology that you're not familoar with and that I don't really wanna explain."

"Eee. Mah-gic hurrr-t."

It's a quiet but very blunt truth as to why he hates magic so much. His tone is laced a little bit with "I don't trust anyone with knowing this but there's no real way to avoid it".

"Don't need to worry about it from me." Peter said truthfully.

"I'm a scientist, even if I have ended up having to deal with a ridiculous amount of paranormal stuff ever since I started hanging out with the Clan."

"Yeu go-t clan too?" A pause. "Eee. Yeu is Nuhrrrd, li-ke Bee!"

"Nerd" to him, is not an insult; it's something good.

"No, no. I'm just friends with Goliath's clan. Which is part of the reason why I'm even in the Castle. Since Goliath isn't here, I figured I should probably look after it." Peter left the second comment alone. While he didn't exactly appreciate the appellation, Renne didn't sound like he meant it as an insult.

"Eee. Guy-iff be Frrrien-d too."

He hadn't meant it as one but he's still working on various linguistic aspects of English as it is. For a moment, his left hand runs along the tattoo on his right forearm.
The shield had been chosen in the design with Goliath in mind.

"Yeu wahn-t hell-p? Is big Kass-uhl."

Peter scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

"Thanks for the offer, but I don't really know you all that well, and definitely not well enough to know if Goliath would approve of you helping out here. No offense, it's just that I'm trying to keep all my decisions about the castle limited to what Goliath would approve of. It's his home after all, not mine."

"Eee."

A nod, a chirp and admittedly, a slight lowering of his ears. he recalls past times here but.. No. Goliath's...gone now. Asleep, idiot. Not gone....

"If tha-t be wha-t Guy-iff wahn-t."

He had named Goliath as a friend and as such, he had taken on the duty to abide by a wish, even wish relayed by proxy.

"I don't know if that's what Goliath wanted." Peter answered. "Once I get to know you better I might change my mind about you helping. But I don't really know how close you and Goliath were, and I've developed a healthy case of paranoia in the past year. But, like I said, I'll probably change my mind eventually. Just erring on the side of caution today."

"Rrrr-enne un-derrr-stahnd. ...Pair...of wha-t?"

He doesn't ask out of sarcasm, rather out of genuine confusion. With a twitch of his ears, he drops into his longer-used crawl, then moves to offer the Human a slight nosing. It's probably ironic that despite his contact with Humans and other sentient creatures, his communcation remains well rooted in the simple ways of other animals.

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