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[flambeaus.livejournal.com]

[ Seriously, what is his life?

So here's the deal; there is one Johnny Storm, body aflame, chilling up the roof without his hot little spider lady today. Why? because he just found out the future Mrs. Johnny Storm was actually a clone of Peter Parker. He has been making out with Peter Parker -- OH GOD. anyway, he's there sans a journal and looking like he's had a crap day. but mostly he's just trying to soak up all the facts.

Jess was still Jess, it's not like this changed stuff. Right? so clearly anyone cool enough to chill on the roof in these temperatures should come bother him or something. before he flies off to sucker punch Peter for being an information withholding douche ]

[ ooc; Open post is so very open. ]

Comments

[flambeaus.livejournal.com]

What?

[technicallyabug.livejournal.com]

I don't know... I thought I had some time to prepare myself with angry ranting before we got to this point.

[flambeaus.livejournal.com]

Whoops?



I'm gonna go talk to her. Soon-ish.

[technicallyabug.livejournal.com]

You're going to do what?

... Stop being so mature about this, you're freaking me out here.

[flambeaus.livejournal.com]

Talk.

Come on, I know when I've been a jerk, Pete. What, you're saying I'm not mature usually?

[technicallyabug.livejournal.com]

I... plead the fifth?

[flambeaus.livejournal.com]

That's cold, Pete.

So, what next? Still considering the face punching?

[technicallyabug.livejournal.com]

You kind of took the vim right out of me. So I guess what I have to do next... is let you go talk to her. She's in the room.

... You've got an hour. Fair warning? If I come back and find you guys up to anything gross, I'm killing both of you.

[flambeaus.livejournal.com]

Yeah, way ahead of you there.



No promises. But don't worry, we're not going to touch your bed. Scout's honor.

[technicallyabug.livejournal.com]

[Okay, for that Johnny? You get a punch in the shoulder. Not that hard, but hard enough to sting a little]

Not in the room.

[flambeaus.livejournal.com]

Oh, come on! You've got to give me more credit than that.

You know I'd take her to mine.

[technicallyabug.livejournal.com]

[And it's working too!]

Okay! That's it! Stop talking!

[flambeaus.livejournal.com]

I don't want to screw this up.

[technicallyabug.livejournal.com]

Then don't screw it up.

Here, I'll even give you some advice. Think about me and how I talk to women... and make sure to do the exact opposite of that. That should probably work.

[flambeaus.livejournal.com]

No offense, but I really don't want to think about you when I'm with Jess. But good plan!

Thanks, Pete.

[technicallyabug.livejournal.com]

No offense taken. I really don't want you to.

[dismissive wave.] Yeah, yeah. Now go before I change my mind about this whole thing.

[flambeaus.livejournal.com]

Glad we agree.

I'd fill you in on how it goes, but I'm not aiming to get punched today.

See ya, Pete.

[technicallyabug.livejournal.com]

No gross details, but... good luck.

[snort, and just giving Johnny a normal wave. DON'T FUCK THIS UP AFTER I GAVE YOU GUYS PERMISSION!!]

[flambeaus.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah. I'll spare you this time.