I'm just saying, I didn't get to where I am today through clean living.
( it's all relative, but objectively speaking, he definitely eats like shit — macros? what are those?, drinks too much, gets nowhere near enough sleep, and is damn near allergic to anything that resembles routine.
he will occasionally drink a protein shake though, so like, success?
BUT ANYWAY, surprise!
it takes peter all of five minutes to decide he's bored and tired of being alone in his motel room. the 80s were amazing the first time round, but that was mostly because he'd been a kid, and ever since leaving earth, he's looked back on the era with rose-tinted glasses.
and that was mostly because he'd had his mom.
and whilst this may not be earth, not in any true sense (jury's still out on that), it's close enough to feel weird. close enough for peter to take a trip to the mall and feel remarkably out-of-place, that despite everything, despite earth being home, it's not home.
and he hates it.
he hates, too, not having anyone to talk to. no-one he can just hit up with a phone call (no, wait, not a phone call, because anything he has that resembles charm immediately dissipates whenever he speaks into a phone), but the point remains.
(and he'd got the impression that matt murdock hadn't exactly been thrilled to hear his voice.)
so he walks one way down the hallways of the motel before realising, abruptly, he'd gone the wrong flarking way, and heads back the way he'd come. he checks the room number he'd been given, looks at the brass number decorating the door, and knocks. )
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( it's all relative, but objectively speaking, he definitely eats like shit — macros? what are those?, drinks too much, gets nowhere near enough sleep, and is damn near allergic to anything that resembles routine.
he will occasionally drink a protein shake though, so like, success?
BUT ANYWAY, surprise!
it takes peter all of five minutes to decide he's bored and tired of being alone in his motel room. the 80s were amazing the first time round, but that was mostly because he'd been a kid, and ever since leaving earth, he's looked back on the era with rose-tinted glasses.
and that was mostly because he'd had his mom.
and whilst this may not be earth, not in any true sense (jury's still out on that), it's close enough to feel weird. close enough for peter to take a trip to the mall and feel remarkably out-of-place, that despite everything, despite earth being home, it's not home.
and he hates it.
he hates, too, not having anyone to talk to. no-one he can just hit up with a phone call (no, wait, not a phone call, because anything he has that resembles charm immediately dissipates whenever he speaks into a phone), but the point remains.
(and he'd got the impression that matt murdock hadn't exactly been thrilled to hear his voice.)
so he walks one way down the hallways of the motel before realising, abruptly, he'd gone the wrong flarking way, and heads back the way he'd come. he checks the room number he'd been given, looks at the brass number decorating the door, and knocks. )