Peter blinks at the other guy for a second, expression slipping into something slightly wary.
He's run into a handful of folks around here who knew who he was, and as flattering as that's been, he's more used to being recognized as a precursor to getting punched.
It's why Peter straightens a little where he sits, perched on the railing with a foot hooked around a baluster to keep his balance. His gaze flicks briefly to the cape thing that is absolutely waving at him right now, and that's so weird, but first things first: ]
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Peter blinks at the other guy for a second, expression slipping into something slightly wary.
He's run into a handful of folks around here who knew who he was, and as flattering as that's been, he's more used to being recognized as a precursor to getting punched.
It's why Peter straightens a little where he sits, perched on the railing with a foot hooked around a baluster to keep his balance. His gaze flicks briefly to the cape thing that is absolutely waving at him right now, and that's so weird, but first things first: ]
How do you know my name?