"What? No, no!" He half rose from the bed, leaning forward and waving his hands apologetically. "That wasn't what I-"
Whumph! Splurt.
His tray had flipped over. There were peas and potatoes all over his blankets, and now he had gravy knees.
"Great," he muttered sourly. Resigned, he removed the tray, squeezing out his partly soaked napkin to wipe up what he could of the mess.
"I wasn't trying to make fun of you. You just surprised me, that's all," he explained. "And I'm used to saying those kind of things to people, so I just...wasn't thinking." Peter was making little progress on clearing away the sauce from his sweatpants, but he doggedly pressed on, if only to avoid looking Brainiac in the eye. He'd have to put a cork in that motor mouth of his if he wanted to stay on the boy's good side. "I'm sorry."
Well, at least Brainiac was still willing to answer his question. That was a good sign, right? "We had something like that back home," he said, returning to the hesitant tone he'd used when they had first started talking. "We called them the Ultimates. They just stayed on Earth, though, but you probably could've guessed that. And I, uh...didn't do anything interesting." Besides bouncing around town in a webbed unitard, that is. "I'm still in high school, and I work part time at the newspaper - web design, mostly, but I did a little photography too. Other than that, pretty much nothing special."
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"What? No, no!" He half rose from the bed, leaning forward and waving his hands apologetically. "That wasn't what I-"
Whumph! Splurt.
His tray had flipped over. There were peas and potatoes all over his blankets, and now he had gravy knees.
"Great," he muttered sourly. Resigned, he removed the tray, squeezing out his partly soaked napkin to wipe up what he could of the mess.
"I wasn't trying to make fun of you. You just surprised me, that's all," he explained. "And I'm used to saying those kind of things to people, so I just...wasn't thinking." Peter was making little progress on clearing away the sauce from his sweatpants, but he doggedly pressed on, if only to avoid looking Brainiac in the eye. He'd have to put a cork in that motor mouth of his if he wanted to stay on the boy's good side. "I'm sorry."
Well, at least Brainiac was still willing to answer his question. That was a good sign, right? "We had something like that back home," he said, returning to the hesitant tone he'd used when they had first started talking. "We called them the Ultimates. They just stayed on Earth, though, but you probably could've guessed that. And I, uh...didn't do anything interesting." Besides bouncing around town in a webbed unitard, that is. "I'm still in high school, and I work part time at the newspaper - web design, mostly, but I did a little photography too. Other than that, pretty much nothing special."