if you know peter, this isn't unusual: he has every intention of arriving on time but inevitably, he ends up distracted or otherwise waylaid, and suddenly that extra ten minutes he gives himself because he knows he'll probably be late if he doesn't turns into another ten minutes he has to make up.
this time, peter had been distracted by the mushrooms (so conveniently mentioned in that other prompt), and after deciding he'll come back to investigating whatever they are — because they definitely hadn't been a feature of maureen's lawn the last time he'd been past (that dubious honour went to the impressive collection of gnomes the mushrooms have sprouted up between) — he glances at his watch, and—
08:07AM it says, and there's a groan that turns into a soft mumble of half an inaudible word.
(time to pick up the pace, parker.)
as he rounds the corner to approach the fence, he can see only one person in the (not-really-too-far-away) distance that he assumes is his partner for the expedition; he quickens his pace again a little bit more, and when he approaches, there's a flash of apologeticness punctuated by an inhalation of breath. he holds a hand up in a vague gesture that loosely resembles surrender, and: ] —I'm so sorry I'm late.
ii → network
If anyone's lost their impressively foldable Bungy Pump Walkathon stick, you'll be pleased to know it's in good hands.
iii → wildcard
( ooc: want to do An Other Thing? hmu! i'm easy but if you're not sure, just send me a pm here or pp at ruffians. )
peter parker | marvel → 616
[ peter's late.
if you know peter, this isn't unusual: he has every intention of arriving on time but inevitably, he ends up distracted or otherwise waylaid, and suddenly that extra ten minutes he gives himself because he knows he'll probably be late if he doesn't turns into another ten minutes he has to make up.
this time, peter had been distracted by the mushrooms (so conveniently mentioned in that other prompt), and after deciding he'll come back to investigating whatever they are — because they definitely hadn't been a feature of maureen's lawn the last time he'd been past (that dubious honour went to the impressive collection of gnomes the mushrooms have sprouted up between) — he glances at his watch, and—
08:07AM it says, and there's a groan that turns into a soft mumble of half an inaudible word.
(time to pick up the pace, parker.)
as he rounds the corner to approach the fence, he can see only one person in the (not-really-too-far-away) distance that he assumes is his partner for the expedition; he quickens his pace again a little bit more, and when he approaches, there's a flash of apologeticness punctuated by an inhalation of breath. he holds a hand up in a vague gesture that loosely resembles surrender, and: ] —I'm so sorry I'm late.
ii → network
If anyone's lost their impressively foldable Bungy Pump Walkathon stick, you'll be pleased to know it's in good hands.
iii → wildcard
( ooc: want to do An Other Thing? hmu! i'm easy but if you're not sure, just send me a pm here or pp at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
ruffians. )