In a slightly pitchy, entirely Peter Parker -the teenage nerd- tone of voice, he squeaked out,
"Yeah, I am." and he hated how small and watery he sounded, but his body was aching, and he was so tired and really hungry. He was starting to feel just a little cold too, and the blood dried on his face was starting to itch and he had a long way to get home, and, and, and… HE’S BABY SOMEONE HELP HIM
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Lis_the_reader on Chapter 1 Mon 27 Jul 2020 01:54AM UTC
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