dontcallmebugboy

"I — don’t think I have a swagger —” [Do I? A spider-swagger. Okay, that sounded way too awesome to be kept in my head, I have to write that down when I get back.] He clears his throat, trying to seem less shy around her as she speaks, although the teenager does find it difficult. “Elsa? Well, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Peter, Peter Parker.” He greets her, his jacket scrunching as he shifted, offering his hand to her politely. 

froidesxmain

"I meant you lack it. But I suppose intelligence men have a swagger too. It just.. involves much less swag.” More walking without showing your boxers to the world. Walking like a civilized person. Or maybe he simply looked smart because of those thick glasses frames. Peter. It was a pretty plain name, but in a way it fit him well. Her lips pressed into a thin line at the formality. Shaking hands was very businesslike. Professional. The heiress couldn’t think of a decent reason not to. She just inwardly hoped that perhaps her hands weren't too cold today. She made it quick. Taking his hand firmly, giving it a quick shake and letting go as quickly as she’d initiated it. As if to take the question of it his mouth, Elsa noted aloud “I simply run a bit ¢σℓ∂. I’m fine.”