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[heyunderoos]

You've been trying to- talk about a lot of stuff. It's been a lot for both of us.

[He rubs at his face a little, just trying to shift gears properly to something else.]

Yeah, I'd- like that, if you have the time, I mean.

[He looks back down to his backpack, finding the plushie first. The shirt has fallen towards the bottom of the bag.]

I made this for you. [He pulls the stuffed axolotl to hold out to Norman. The teenager is a little nervous now.] I- I hope you like it?

[certaininequities]

[Norman squints as he takes the soft little creature from Peter's hands: he's obviously curious, a little perplexed, but generally pleased as he looks at the grouchy little gray face.]

You did this on your own? Peter, this is fantastic. All this clever little stitching, and -

[he turns it over, puzzled. rainbow fabric? maybe Peter ran out of gray. then he realizes that something else can be done here, and fiddles with the axolotl until it turns inside out. the wonder and joy on his face are as clearly projected as though he were Peter's own age, or even younger.]

Oh my God, it - HA! Look at that! Oh, lookit - that is so great. Where in the world did you come up with something like this?

[heyunderoos]

Yeah! Ben and I used to make some stuff like this together. Also helps that I kinda had practice with Otto's and got better with yours. [One or two bits of stitching are lopsided and strange in spots all signs of someone still figuring out what they're doing.

The teenager releases a soft amused sound at Norman figuring out the flip so quickly. Seeing Norman look so genuinely happy eases the teenager immediately. The tension he's been carrying disappears for the moment.]

It kinda just came to me? I thought it'd be cool y'know? So you get two stuffed animals at once kinda.

[certaininequities]

It's fantastic, I love him. He can keep me company in my workspace.

[for now, he sets the happy little critter on the arm of the couch]

So what would you like to do?

[he has no clue that isn't all]

[heyunderoos]

Oh, um-

[Peter peers into his backpack, pulling out the shirt.] I made this for you too. Well, the design I mean, not the shirt. I don't really know how to make shirts.

[He extends the shirt out to Norman, hopeful the man will laugh at the terrible joke written across the front.]

[certaininequities]

What - you didn't have to -

[and then he reads it and does, indeed, laugh.]

O.M.G - I know that one. That's terrific.

[Norman takes it from Peter and turns it around, holding it up to his shoulders to check the fit]

Perfect size, too. At this rate I'm eventually going to have a collection.

[he'll bring it to Tawna to tailor for him to accommodate the spider legs as soon as he can. in the meantime he folds it carefully and sets it by the axolotl so he can lean in and give Peter another hug]

Thank you so much, Peter, this - this means more to me than I can really put words to.

[heyunderoos]

[The reaction is enough to make Peter laugh softly himself, he further relaxes visibly. He's still to some degree used to giving gifts to May. Things are- were different with her. He always knew relatively well how a gift would go over with May.

New people being folded into the family means, new things to learn.] I thought it would be cool if you had another science pun shirt. I- made a physics one for Otto too. Even if he's more a turtleneck guy.

[The teenager returns the hug readily, just happy for the shift in mood. Happy that things are kind of working out.] I mean, if we all have science shirts, it's just a cool thing we do, right-? Opposed to a collection?

[certaininequities]

Why can't it be both?

[he's still grinning broadly, and actually gets up, unbuttoning his shirt]

I'm going to put it on right now. ... You're right, though, I don't think I've seen Octavius in a t-shirt since college. Then again, I don't think I'd worn any since college, myself, so. You're doing the world a service. Making us both be a little more casual now.

[Peter is now privy to the cursed knowledge that Dad #2 is Surprisingly Ripped even off formula, sorry, Peter. at least he only has a moment to process the new fact before Norman wriggles into his new t-shirt like a kid at Christmas]

[heyunderoos]

[Peter releases a soft amused sound at the fact Norman is changing now. The teenager is happy of that much.

Wow, Norman is weirdly ripped. Peter blinks a little, but the thought drops out of his head fairly quickly.]

With how much stuff goes wrong here, being casual is probably way more comfortable. Less chance of like shedding all over anything nice.

[certaininequities]

Exactly. Not only that, but ... I think I've worn enough suits and ties for a while. Don't get me wrong, if I do get Oscorp going and it manages to make traction, I'll still have plenty of cause for formality, but until then?

[he straightens the t-shirt and strolls over to the pierglass mirror to look at it, proudly]

I think this is a good new look for me.

[heyunderoos]

[Peter closes up his backpack, shifting to wipe at his eyes one last time as Norman looks himself over. The teenager is tired, but... The promise of doing something with the older man is enough to keep him going.]

Yeah, I think so too. New look, new you, right? [He rubs at his snout, starting to groom himself without much thought.] I like to think we can redefine ourselves whenever we want, if that's not dumb to say anyway.

care to wrap it up? :)

[certaininequities]

I like that.

[he gathers up his plush and the wrapping]

Shall we go have some fun, then? You and I, our newer selves?

Yeah, lets wrap here!

[heyunderoos]

Yeah! Lets- go. [Peter brightens at Norman's acceptance of his sentiment as much as he does about their outing to be.]

I think we both deserve to have some real fun.