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[nextdoors]

[Sure, they're all kidnapped on a broken spaceship with no idea how they got there or how to get home but MJ has her priorities in line.]

I will literally do anything for pants.

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[krav]

anything?? thats a dangerous statement u know

[nextdoors]

I don't mess around about pants.

[krav]

good 2 know
i only have the one pair tho and i think theyd be a bit big on u

[nextdoors]

Big is better than zero.

[krav]

wanna do a pants share

[nextdoors]

What kind of dance is that?

[extravert]

the one where you wear my pants for an hour or two and then i do and then you do

[nextdoors]

am I obligated to keep you warm when I have the pants?

[spideys]

MJ ...

[nextdoors]

I'm cold

[she's not whining you're whining your face is whining]

[spideys]

I know, I know.

It's not like any of us really prepared.

What happened to my hoodie?

[nextdoors]

It doesn't cover my legs if I stand up

and it doesn't smell like you anymore

[spideys]

[ Aww??? ]

I guess space has a way of sterilizing everything.

Okay, I'll look around, see if I can find you some proper pants. They've gotta have stuff lying around, right?

[nextdoors]

You'd think.

I'll come with you?

[it's more of a question than a statement maybe she doesn't want to be alone either]

[spideys]

Yeah, of course.

[ As if he'd ever say no to that.

And truth be told, he'd much prefer it if he and MJ were together than not on a weird, empty ship like this. ]

Where are you right now? I'll swing by. Uh. Come by.

[ Beat. ]

I'll meet you.

[nextdoors]

[She laughs, high and shaky but it's still a laugh. She loves you, you idiot. Even if she can't say that out loud yet.]

In our room. Quarters. Thing. Pretending to be a blanket troll.

[spideys]

Well, hopefully we can rid you of the need to blanket troll. There's gotta be pants somewhere. Or - uh. Failing that, fabric to make them.

[ Peter can totally sew; it's a thing. ]

Okay, I'm heading to you now.

[nextdoors]

[She knows. It's why she keeps him around bc he's the girly one.]

I'll be here. Dying of hypothermia.

[spideys]

[ Wow. Sewing isn't gir--okay, fine. It's a little girly. ]

Try not to. I'd be kinda hopeless without you.

[ Okay, and on that sappy note, he signs off.

Now what's the quickest way to get back to their room? Whatever that way is, it's the path he takes. There miiiight be a little webslinging happening to get him there faster. ]

[nextdoors]

Don't I know it.

[But there's a wink! She's just giving him a hard time. Even if he'd be useless without her. When he does show up, she'll be sitting on their bed, wrapped up in a blanket and doing her very best not to shiver.]

Come here for a sec.

[spideys]

Jeez, Mary Jane ...

[ Peter swiftly steps into the room, his long legs crossing quick strides to get to her. He sits next to her, holds her close to him, and rubs her arms gently to get some warmth back into her. ]

Hey. Pants are definitely a priority, huh.