((For Fun I shall do both because it’s too good to pass up))
Peter could not believe he had been hanging out with the effective ruler of hell for about a week now. File this under “the oddest days of his life that will never be spoken again”. Cause really it was. How would he explain to ANYONE he had been in the company of a dimensional demon. Maybe he’d consider listening to Dr. Strange when he said not to touch things.
Not to mention his new flatmate and he had been trading…habits of sorts. Noone was really to blame for it. Anyone who knew him (or Ben) knows that when he lies, Pete has a nasty habit of fidgeting. Almost to a fault. Mephisto took it upon himself to “fix” that. But now Peter had developed a new habit—a dark chuckle.
It wasn’t when he lied, more so that he did it…whenever. His speech pattern had also changed from his upbeat childlike banter, to cold and snarky. It only occurred to him now—staring himself in the mirror and brushing his teeth. But it’s not like he was the only one suffering much to his relief. In turn for ‘fixing’ him, Pete managed to break Mephisto.
The guy would get simultaneous bursts of energy and play with his hair when he couldn’t get something right. Just like he used to. He just hoped that he could find a way out of where ever he was currently before..
“PETER BENJAMIN PARKER!”
Yeah, nevermind he’s dead.