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( Peter Parker is weird.

she does her research before she actually meets the guy -- and by research it means she asked like two people that happened to be in her dorm lounge room when she got the email informing her that "due to their unexplained absences, Michelle Jones and Peter Parker have been assigned each other for the collaborative paper due in three weeks". so not the most thorough research, but she's seen him around and about as well, and honestly the guy is weird. smart as anything, she'll give him that, but sporadic on his good days and distracted on his bad, and all in all not the best group work partner to have been assigned.

still, she can forgive weird behaviour - or at least she could have, half an hour ago. she's weird in her own right, she's under no illusions about that, but at least she's punctual. enough time has passed for her to have a half-completed sketch of the couple three tables across from her that have spent the whole time lip locked, and she spins it around and presents it as if in payment for the apple juice. which she opens. and sips. this doesn't mean she's forgiven you, Peter, it's just that she happens to be thirsty. )

Oh, your cat? ( an eyebrow raises, and she nods along as though this totally legit and not in any way completely rubbish lie is in any way believable. another sip of the juice, and then she sets it down and narrows her eyes at him, quickly. ) Must be a big cat, you look pretty beat up. Peter...

( she drags out the syllables of his name, but as quickly as she dialled up the intensity on her inquisition, it disappears again and she grins, gesturing at the book. )

Cat ate your homework too, huh? Sucks, man.

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( wow. a... well. he accepts the picture because it seems rude not to, but once he does, he's not sure what message she's sending with it. he goes from weary swagger in attempts to sell a horrible lie to uncertain embarrassment. he doesn't quite manage a thank you, instead putting the sketch on top of his obliterated book. yes, that perfectly disguises it looks like someone with a fist the size of a bowling ball tried to break through it. perfect. )

Look, she's... she's super wiley. You think dogs are hard on homework? Try a cat. Cats are crazy, man. She may be small but she's an animal. Like... more so than just being a cat implies. ( he's talking too much about the cat he doesn't actually have. Peter knows intensely little about cats, or even if they are crazy. he swallows, averts his eyes from her face, and is silent as he scrounges up what to say next.

he may be weird, yet even Peter can tell how much he's blowing this. Michelle hasn't said as much, but yeah, he's definitely blowing this. his blustering confidence deflates into genuine contrition, and that at least doesn't come off as achingly hollow. he is sorry he's late. he just can't really explain why. ) I'm sorry. I should have emailed you I was going to be late, I just... ( was fighting a mechanized rhino solider at the time. you know, like you do. he sighs, shaking his head and biting back what he can't say, trying to pull up something he can. ) I know you're stuck with me, so I promise I'll do whatever I can to make this painless. Scouts honor.

( he lifts a hand as if he's about to preform a pledge to prove it, before he shakes his head. ) Okay, no. I wasn't ever a boy scout. But like that. ( this is where he choses to be honest, apparently. )