[But boy, he was so close to sassing back with a 'well, I said I did research work, didn't I?', but to be fair to Matt — this place is all tension right now, and he can't blame him for being in a bad mood. To put it lightly. Peter clears his throat, a hand moving to the nape of his neck.]
Bachelor of Science degree in Biophysics from ESU. I was a research lab assistant, but, uh... low on funds, didn't really pan out. [He shrugs and tries not to think about how absolutely simplified that is; it still hurts like a bitch.] I'm sure something else'll come up. Eventually.
After I escape from dreamworld, preferably.
[Matt can probably hear the record player a little before Peter and his honed hearing, what with it being his forte: in a few rooms over, the sounds of explosions, of fighting. Peter's mouth dries at it, eyes widening slightly.
Peter, soft, confused, says — "You knew?"
Dr. Octavius growls, "I tried to warn you, Peter. But you didn't listen."
Anger, outrage, misery, all echoing over the crackle of fire and electricity gone rogue: "You knew!"
"I won't let you win. This means too much to me!"
Peter stops, looks to another direction that pointedly isn't where the sounds are coming from. He doesn't expect Matt would be able to hear it clearly, because you know. He's supposed to be the one with inhuman hearing, not you. Clearly. This place really is some kind of twisted dream thing, isn't it? Rehearing all this again on grainy vinyl is a nightmare and a half. It's still raw. And it's... personal and confidential and not anything he wants Murdock hearing, for clear reasons.]
We should — go this way.
[There's multiple doors, so you know. This other, quieter way it better. Because. It just is.]
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[But boy, he was so close to sassing back with a 'well, I said I did research work, didn't I?', but to be fair to Matt — this place is all tension right now, and he can't blame him for being in a bad mood. To put it lightly. Peter clears his throat, a hand moving to the nape of his neck.]
Bachelor of Science degree in Biophysics from ESU. I was a research lab assistant, but, uh... low on funds, didn't really pan out. [He shrugs and tries not to think about how absolutely simplified that is; it still hurts like a bitch.] I'm sure something else'll come up. Eventually.
After I escape from dreamworld, preferably.
[Matt can probably hear the record player a little before Peter and his honed hearing, what with it being his forte: in a few rooms over, the sounds of explosions, of fighting. Peter's mouth dries at it, eyes widening slightly.
Peter, soft, confused, says — "You knew?"
Dr. Octavius growls, "I tried to warn you, Peter. But you didn't listen."
Anger, outrage, misery, all echoing over the crackle of fire and electricity gone rogue: "You knew!"
"I won't let you win. This means too much to me!"
Peter stops, looks to another direction that pointedly isn't where the sounds are coming from. He doesn't expect Matt would be able to hear it clearly, because you know. He's supposed to be the one with inhuman hearing, not you. Clearly. This place really is some kind of twisted dream thing, isn't it? Rehearing all this again on grainy vinyl is a nightmare and a half. It's still raw. And it's... personal and confidential and not anything he wants Murdock hearing, for clear reasons.]
We should — go this way.
[There's multiple doors, so you know. This other, quieter way it better. Because. It just is.]