It was a saying his Aunt had told him when he was younger, something that had just stayed with him the older he got. With the shrug of his shoulders, he tucked one hand in to his coat pocket, the other still grappling slightly shyly at his bag strap over his shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay — we all have our off days.” Peter said simply, he didn’t really mind if he was honest, it wasn’t as if he knew her, it was a big deal if she didn’t like him, right? [Between being Spider-man, being a teenage boy and trying to get the courage to ask a certain girl to the prom — I have way too many off days! And I don’t even have the time to mope about it!] It wasn’t as if he’d deliberately done anything to annoy her, and he wouldn’t, although his mouth usually did that for him. “So uh — do you live ‘round here or you just visiting someplace?” He asked as he gestured in the direction they needed to go in, leading the way with his light stepped footing.
Elsa wasn’t a woman who followed behind others, no. She may have been being led by him because she did not know the way but she walked at his side, never behind him. It was funny how he tried to make excuses for her. A kindness she wasn’t often afforded and didn’t deserve in the first place. “It’s not an off day. I’m just hateful.” It’s a statement made coolly, matter-of-factly. As if the heiress herself had no doubt in her mind about her cruelty and in truth she didn’t. Every move she made was chosen with purpose. But she didn’t linger on this thought for long. The idea that she lived anywhere around here earned a short laugh from her and she waved the idea off dismissively. “Not at all. I just like to go different places to occupy my time. It’s interests me to see how different people live.”
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