[he knows he must look very out of place, the strange outfit, the way he's looking at everything with a sense of curiosity that would be out of place for a local. peter's every bit like the tourists he's bumped into on the way to work, grabbing a bite to eat from his favorite falafel cart, or while he's been out and about swinging around in his spidey suit.
mercifully, just like at home, it seems like people are minding their own business and the questioning looks are few and before long they're to a local shop and alex is explaining what sounds a lot like any retail clothing store from here to new york.
peter peruses the racks, picking things up, and setting them down. he holds up a neon yellow hooded sweatshirt for alex to weigh in on]
Yay or nay?
[he's not seriously considering it though, it's more of a way to gauge his companion's sensibilities.]
no subject
mercifully, just like at home, it seems like people are minding their own business and the questioning looks are few and before long they're to a local shop and alex is explaining what sounds a lot like any retail clothing store from here to new york.
peter peruses the racks, picking things up, and setting them down. he holds up a neon yellow hooded sweatshirt for alex to weigh in on]
Yay or nay?
[he's not seriously considering it though, it's more of a way to gauge his companion's sensibilities.]