forum Tied by a String (Private RP with Thighhigh)(Stalkers welcome)

Started May 16, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Truce?" She turned back to him, fiddling with a small screwdriver as she raised an eyebrow.

He sighed out his nose, standing up and walking over to her. "Yes, truce." He offered his good arm out in an apologetic hug.

She set her ice pack on the table, standing to pull him into a careful hug. "I'm stupid, y'know. And a huge asshole."

"We both are. That's why we're friend," he said, wincing as they pulled away.

"Chaotic dumbasses." She said with a small laugh, reaching her good hand up to rest it lightly on her other shoulder. "God, I'm so sorry. Who knew going to a street fair could be so dangerous? Well, you did, obviously."

"She was following us the whole way," he admitted. "She was probably trying to figure out who the hell we were."

"She was following us? And you didn't say anything? Wait, that's not-I didn't notice?" Her eyes widened, looking slightly ashamed.

He put a hand on her non-injured shoulder. "You wanted to have fun, so I wasn't going to ruin it. I thought maybe she was some batshit fan."

"Yeah, but-" She shook her head, looking down at the ground. "God, I should've payed more attention. Or just changed our plans."

"You couldn't have expected something like this," he said. Comforting someone felt weird. He never had the obligation to do something like this until now.

"I should've. Nothing's ever that easy when you're a hero." She sighed, shaking her head. "Sorry, I'm emo-dumping again. You hungry?"

"….Eh? Not really, to be honest," he admitted, pulling her hand back. "Why, are you?"

"Trying to find a topic that's not weirding you out." She said, shrugging her good shoulder. "The only things I've come up with are my broken arm and the designs for that suit I promised you, so let's go with the latter."

He raised his eyes in genuine interest. "A suit?"

"Yup." She plopped back down in her chair with a wince, before reaching for her sketchbook. "I was designing and coming up with ideas, while Adam did his thing. Wanna see?"

He nodded, pulling up another chair beside her's and looking over her shoulder. "Well, duh."

"Alright, alright. So, I'm still trying to figure out how the symbiote would blend with something heavy enough to halt the path of a bullet, meaning I've got a few different designs for each idea." She said, tapping the different sketches of suit ideas.

"This one," he said, stopping her at this:

"You think it'll work?" She asked, looking up at him.

"I'm not the scientist's daughter here, hun," he said dryly. He was smiling despite himself, however.

"Hun?" She wrinkled her nose, making a face as she looked back down at the design. "It might. If I can get something to allow the symbiote to stick to it, even go so far as blend with the suit, you should be good."

"It doesn't need anything to stick to it," he explained. "As long as I'm wearing it, it'll use it."

"If you're sure about that, I'll get started soon. Color scheme?" She asked, flipping past a sketch of Klaus to a blank page and starting on more detailed plans.

"Purple and black," he said immediately. "Only thing that wouldn't look stupid as shit."

"Valid colors." She said, nodding as she drew. "Strength, or movement-slash-speed? I'll try for both, but picking one is a good fallback."