Post by Cassidy on Dec 26, 2021 0:14:01 GMT
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Music: None Yet
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Music: None Yet
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Story of my life.
You want to hear it? Obviously, no one does.
I can sum it up in one singular exhausting word. Late.
For a guy who should be good at time management and had an alien partner to help sort through all this craziness, my superhero shenanigans always end up getting me in trouble for stuff out of my control. Case in point, arriving late for the pottery class after stopping a small robbery on my way there.
Ten minutes late and counting. Maybe fifteen. I don't like looking at clocks when I know I'm late. It's just more stress.
It doesn't mean I was not gunning it, web-swinging my way over there before dropping down as the suit slid off my frame and hid away.
As I landed, I was also met with the feeling of disappointment. That was a new one. What was my partner disappointed in me about?
The girl. Venus. I shouldn't have kept her waiting like this
Yes, I know, I know. But we had trouble on the way. And I already feel guilty enough about not being there, especially since this is a new friendship and everything. Can you please kick me on the ground afterwards, okay?
Acquiescence followed. Besides, it knew I already had troubles up ahead once I reached the building this whole class was held at, assuming Venus had not left instead of staying to attend. A class I signed the pair of us for ever after we first met, considering I also her friend and herself fixed my bike. That and I was not exactly the smoothest when it came to teasing the pair of them about their key situation. Most people would not care about that stuff, but I did.
Cassidy DeWitt was no jerk. This class was meant to be that one stone to hit two birds, especially when I found out Venus liked painting and drawing. Similar interests we both shared. I tried inviting along Annabelle too, but she had school to go to, and, if she missed any more of it, she might have to redo the whole year again.
Next time then. My wallet at least was happy about it, even if I wished for Annabelle to tag long.
So it was supposed to be the two of us. Me and Venus. Venus and me.
And I was late in typical DeWitt fashion.
I pushed open the door before heading towards where the class was being held, in the more studio-like portion of the building, full of more space to work with and with more people as well. The symbiote scrunched up under my clothing before relaxing. Even if it held no anxiety nor had any involvement in what it considered to be a small affair, it did not mean this whole mental link was a one-way link.
At least I wasn't sweating. Much. Right? I've done web-swinging enough to not sweat a ton. I'm good. Everything is fine.
Just come up with an excuse and then next all I had to do was make a bit of pottery. Even though I never took a class like this in my life. At least I had my backpack and a few of things I needed for it.
Let's see how this goes down.
"Hello?"
I searched, ignoring the other people looking at me as well as the few instructors, one of which would be with me in a few moments.
I was looking for Venus, which should not be hard. That bright smile should be a shining beacon for my eyes any day.
So, where was she?
You want to hear it? Obviously, no one does.
I can sum it up in one singular exhausting word. Late.
For a guy who should be good at time management and had an alien partner to help sort through all this craziness, my superhero shenanigans always end up getting me in trouble for stuff out of my control. Case in point, arriving late for the pottery class after stopping a small robbery on my way there.
Ten minutes late and counting. Maybe fifteen. I don't like looking at clocks when I know I'm late. It's just more stress.
It doesn't mean I was not gunning it, web-swinging my way over there before dropping down as the suit slid off my frame and hid away.
As I landed, I was also met with the feeling of disappointment. That was a new one. What was my partner disappointed in me about?
The girl. Venus. I shouldn't have kept her waiting like this
Yes, I know, I know. But we had trouble on the way. And I already feel guilty enough about not being there, especially since this is a new friendship and everything. Can you please kick me on the ground afterwards, okay?
Acquiescence followed. Besides, it knew I already had troubles up ahead once I reached the building this whole class was held at, assuming Venus had not left instead of staying to attend. A class I signed the pair of us for ever after we first met, considering I also her friend and herself fixed my bike. That and I was not exactly the smoothest when it came to teasing the pair of them about their key situation. Most people would not care about that stuff, but I did.
Cassidy DeWitt was no jerk. This class was meant to be that one stone to hit two birds, especially when I found out Venus liked painting and drawing. Similar interests we both shared. I tried inviting along Annabelle too, but she had school to go to, and, if she missed any more of it, she might have to redo the whole year again.
Next time then. My wallet at least was happy about it, even if I wished for Annabelle to tag long.
So it was supposed to be the two of us. Me and Venus. Venus and me.
And I was late in typical DeWitt fashion.
I pushed open the door before heading towards where the class was being held, in the more studio-like portion of the building, full of more space to work with and with more people as well. The symbiote scrunched up under my clothing before relaxing. Even if it held no anxiety nor had any involvement in what it considered to be a small affair, it did not mean this whole mental link was a one-way link.
At least I wasn't sweating. Much. Right? I've done web-swinging enough to not sweat a ton. I'm good. Everything is fine.
Just come up with an excuse and then next all I had to do was make a bit of pottery. Even though I never took a class like this in my life. At least I had my backpack and a few of things I needed for it.
Let's see how this goes down.
"Hello?"
I searched, ignoring the other people looking at me as well as the few instructors, one of which would be with me in a few moments.
I was looking for Venus, which should not be hard. That bright smile should be a shining beacon for my eyes any day.
So, where was she?
