Nope. No. No sir. You're too old for them now. It's time to let them go.
Anyhow. Omw (that's on my way - translated into geriatric speak for you, you're welcome :) )
[And it doesn't take long for Louis to arrive- good thing about living in David Cliff - it's not a million miles away from the school. He'll head to Peter's classroom, and at least have the decency to knock on the doorjam.]
[Ignore the fact that Peter clearly drew a emoji or two out of retaliation on the blackboard, with 'JUSTICE FOR OLD PEOPLE' under them. But anyway, Peter's in the back room where all the supplies are kept, and he pokes his head out, his science coat hanging down below it.]
Awesome, hey! Okayokayokay, I got the box, one sec —
[He lugs out a relatively hefty box with both arms (which isn't any issue for him whatsoever, but he's good at pretending things are heavy for him, okay?) and then he puts it down on a cleared off lab table before motioning to Louis to open it up.]
Here —
... Ignore that the box says it's a table, it's not a table.
I just had to put it in something to bring it here.
[And it's about what you'd expect from Mr. Parker, as was his given word.
Emojis don't count if they're not digital, so I'm still calling this a win.
[He's gonna pass comment on the stupid blackboard emojis, Peter. He can't let that injustice lie. He would say more, but then Peter brings a box out and Louis kind of...stares at it for a moment. He hasn't been given a gift by an adult for a long fucking time and he's not completely convinced yet it won't be a suprise murder, somehow in there.
As such, he approaches it cautiously, reaching out with one hand to tap it at first- just in case it fucking explodes.]
Okay. I'm gonna trust you that this isn't some sort of trap. Please don't make me regret this life choice.
[He opens the box, and instead of death finds proof that Peter Parker keeps his fucking promises. HIs eyebrows raise for a moment, staring at it like an idiot.]
...Holy shit I thought you were joking but you were actually serious.
[He stares at it a little more, like he's trying to puzzle some great question of the universe - and eventually finds the one he wants to voice, looking over at Peter again. The usual jovial tone is gone- almost as if it never existed at all. He sounds genuinely confused by this act of kindness.]
I um- wow...okay. I don't- I don't know what I did to deserve this?
[Peter just smiles at that, leaning back to sit against the edge of a nearby table.]
... I don't know. Exist?
You don't have to do anything to deserve gifts, y'know. My aunt used to make me wheatcakes all the time when I was your age, and I definitely didn't deserve them with how much trouble I started getting into.
[Granted, that trouble was... in part due to being Spider-Man, unbeknownst to May.
But she was a trooper nonetheless.]
You have a passion, so you should have a way to perform it.
[He stares back down at the box, chewing his lower lip. Louis is very good at alturism towards others - the same doesn't apply in the reverse, however. He thinks the worst of himself and is always surprised when people think otherwise.
He rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his.]
I...uh. Thanks? That's... that's really cool of you.
It's not a problem — honestly, there needs to be more music around here.
No offense to everyone else, but a soundtrack would improve this place considerably.
[A pause, as he notes the nervousness.]
... Besides, sometimes I feel like there's not a lot I can do for people here. It makes me feel better, to be able to supply someone with something they like... So I guess the thanks is mutual, when you think about it.
[He slaps his hands together.]
Alright! The stand's not built yet, but the keyboard works; give it a whirl, before I let you run off with it?
On that, we can completely agree. Everything is made better with music.
[Oh boy and that sure hits home for him. Doing things for other people is important, making their days a little brighter - it's been the cornerstone of his existence since the world ended. Since he decided to make a concentrated effort to be a better person.]
...I guess you've got a point there.
[And just like that the smile is back on- as if it never even vanished at all. His mask perfectly back into place. He opens up the box, turning it on, listening to the soft hum of power that pianos sure don't have. He meant it meant he prefered a piano, but he sure as shit can't get one in his apartment, and he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Besides, it'd be cool to expand his skill set in a way he absolutely cannot back home.
He pulls up a chair, fashing Peter a grin, before trying a few scales, getting a feel for it. Then he settles down to play some good ol' Chopin - mostly because he knows it by heart, but also for Peter's benefit- he might actually recognise the tune if nothing else. No vapid pop songs from Louis, oh no, this teenager's a classical music nerd. You brought this on yourself, Peter.]
[Hey, if there's one thing Peter will always approve of in any medium, it's nerds.
He just grins at that, sitting and listening with keen interest as he plays. He's definitely got a talented set of hands there, and it looks effortless. Hopefully the music shop around here has more sheet music so the kid can learn more during his stay here. By the time the songs over, he's clapping his approval.]
[Louis gives a flourishing bow at the applause- trying to play off that it doesn't mean half as much to him as it actually does. Not a lot of people appreciate his music, back home (mostly due to them believing it superfluous to survival)- it's nice to hear someone enjoy it.]
Thank you, thank you. I'm available for performances every Thursday night. I also do weddings.
[He snorts out a laugh. Okay, Pete. You got him.]
Oh wow. [Very pointed clapping here- is he being sarcastic? He might actually not be.] That is an absolutely flawless preformance. I'm awed.
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Anyhow. Omw (that's on my way - translated into geriatric speak for you, you're welcome :) )
[And it doesn't take long for Louis to arrive- good thing about living in David Cliff - it's not a million miles away from the school. He'll head to Peter's classroom, and at least have the decency to knock on the doorjam.]
Uhhh hey? Mr. P? I'm here.
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Awesome, hey! Okayokayokay, I got the box, one sec —
[He lugs out a relatively hefty box with both arms (which isn't any issue for him whatsoever, but he's good at pretending things are heavy for him, okay?) and then he puts it down on a cleared off lab table before motioning to Louis to open it up.]
Here —
... Ignore that the box says it's a table, it's not a table.
I just had to put it in something to bring it here.
[And it's about what you'd expect from Mr. Parker, as was his given word.
He and Sodder are obviously homies.]
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[He's gonna pass comment on the stupid blackboard emojis, Peter. He can't let that injustice lie. He would say more, but then Peter brings a box out and Louis kind of...stares at it for a moment. He hasn't been given a gift by an adult for a long fucking time and he's not completely convinced yet it won't be a suprise murder, somehow in there.
As such, he approaches it cautiously, reaching out with one hand to tap it at first- just in case it fucking explodes.]
Okay. I'm gonna trust you that this isn't some sort of trap. Please don't make me regret this life choice.
[He opens the box, and instead of death finds proof that Peter Parker keeps his fucking promises. HIs eyebrows raise for a moment, staring at it like an idiot.]
...Holy shit I thought you were joking but you were actually serious.
[He stares at it a little more, like he's trying to puzzle some great question of the universe - and eventually finds the one he wants to voice, looking over at Peter again. The usual jovial tone is gone- almost as if it never existed at all. He sounds genuinely confused by this act of kindness.]
I um- wow...okay. I don't- I don't know what I did to deserve this?
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... I don't know. Exist?
You don't have to do anything to deserve gifts, y'know. My aunt used to make me wheatcakes all the time when I was your age, and I definitely didn't deserve them with how much trouble I started getting into.
[Granted, that trouble was... in part due to being Spider-Man, unbeknownst to May.
But she was a trooper nonetheless.]
You have a passion, so you should have a way to perform it.
Even in Hecktown, USA.
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[He stares back down at the box, chewing his lower lip. Louis is very good at alturism towards others - the same doesn't apply in the reverse, however. He thinks the worst of himself and is always surprised when people think otherwise.
He rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his.]
I...uh. Thanks? That's... that's really cool of you.
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No offense to everyone else, but a soundtrack would improve this place considerably.
[A pause, as he notes the nervousness.]
... Besides, sometimes I feel like there's not a lot I can do for people here. It makes me feel better, to be able to supply someone with something they like... So I guess the thanks is mutual, when you think about it.
[He slaps his hands together.]
Alright! The stand's not built yet, but the keyboard works; give it a whirl, before I let you run off with it?
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[Oh boy and that sure hits home for him. Doing things for other people is important, making their days a little brighter - it's been the cornerstone of his existence since the world ended. Since he decided to make a concentrated effort to be a better person.]
...I guess you've got a point there.
[And just like that the smile is back on- as if it never even vanished at all. His mask perfectly back into place. He opens up the box, turning it on, listening to the soft hum of power that pianos sure don't have. He meant it meant he prefered a piano, but he sure as shit can't get one in his apartment, and he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Besides, it'd be cool to expand his skill set in a way he absolutely cannot back home.
He pulls up a chair, fashing Peter a grin, before trying a few scales, getting a feel for it. Then he settles down to play some good ol' Chopin - mostly because he knows it by heart, but also for Peter's benefit- he might actually recognise the tune if nothing else. No vapid pop songs from Louis, oh no, this teenager's a classical music nerd. You brought this on yourself, Peter.]
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He just grins at that, sitting and listening with keen interest as he plays. He's definitely got a talented set of hands there, and it looks effortless. Hopefully the music shop around here has more sheet music so the kid can learn more during his stay here. By the time the songs over, he's clapping his approval.]
Bravo, bravo!
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Check this out.
[He cracks his knuckles, moves over to the keyboard —
And then very carefully pecks out the short and unimpressive tune of 'Mary Had a Little Lamb.]
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Thank you, thank you. I'm available for performances every Thursday night. I also do weddings.
[He snorts out a laugh. Okay, Pete. You got him.]
Oh wow. [Very pointed clapping here- is he being sarcastic? He might actually not be.] That is an absolutely flawless preformance. I'm awed.
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Thank you, thank you! I'm classically trained.
[The high school chem teacher is an idiot.]
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I can tell. You have perfect form. Truly, an inspiration.