Peter had kept talking the whole time because a) robot space future = a million questions, b) Cayde seemed to need it, c) he'd needed it because talk about awkwardly being all up in someone's grill, d) joking around with someone made the work go by faster.
He'd talked a little about his world, shared the odd stupid story here and there about villains dressed like giant, stupid-lookimg animals, talked about the weird and wild and funny stuff that came of being a superhero. He'd talked about the collider and the other spiders and the cartoon talking pig. He'd kept it light, though, hadn't mentioned the darker things, steered well clear of talking about villains like ol' Normie. He also had avoided talking about the divorce, but "my ex-wife" had come up a few times in the telling of other stories, the words always said with fondness instead of any bitterness.
Peter presses the button to raise the exam table so Cayde's face is just a little under eye level.
"Eh, we might not even be from the same universe. Also, this isn't far off from the most advanced tech in my universe. The most advanced stuff like your power supply I probably wouldn't be able to figure out easily, and considering that's where the internal shock collar probably is, it'd be dangerous to mess with."
He'd stayed away from anything that looked like it either housed power or memory because of that nasty little problem hanging over their heads. It was probably rigged to blow up if touched.
Peter bends over slightly and makes quick work of attaching the jaw. Fortunately, the sockets hadn't been damaged, just the jaw itself. While reconnecting the "nerves" and turning them back on, he briefly sticks the tip of his tongue out of his mouth in concentration.
"There we go. Okay, now open and close your mouth so I can see if it needs any adjustments. Making a Pop-Eye 'Ah ghhghghghgh' laugh is entirely optional."
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He'd talked a little about his world, shared the odd stupid story here and there about villains dressed like giant, stupid-lookimg animals, talked about the weird and wild and funny stuff that came of being a superhero. He'd talked about the collider and the other spiders and the cartoon talking pig. He'd kept it light, though, hadn't mentioned the darker things, steered well clear of talking about villains like ol' Normie. He also had avoided talking about the divorce, but "my ex-wife" had come up a few times in the telling of other stories, the words always said with fondness instead of any bitterness.
Peter presses the button to raise the exam table so Cayde's face is just a little under eye level.
"Eh, we might not even be from the same universe. Also, this isn't far off from the most advanced tech in my universe. The most advanced stuff like your power supply I probably wouldn't be able to figure out easily, and considering that's where the internal shock collar probably is, it'd be dangerous to mess with."
He'd stayed away from anything that looked like it either housed power or memory because of that nasty little problem hanging over their heads. It was probably rigged to blow up if touched.
Peter bends over slightly and makes quick work of attaching the jaw. Fortunately, the sockets hadn't been damaged, just the jaw itself. While reconnecting the "nerves" and turning them back on, he briefly sticks the tip of his tongue out of his mouth in concentration.
"There we go. Okay, now open and close your mouth so I can see if it needs any adjustments. Making a Pop-Eye 'Ah ghhghghghgh' laugh is entirely optional."