Wanda? [ peter pivots on the ball of his foot towards the sound of his name, a fast motion, spindling awareness along the vertebrae of his spine as he spots the glow of her magic first, watches her glide in from the sky. a small flare of concern, at the grave seriousness of her expression first, ] What — umm — [ wait. there's...so much glitter. on her. ] — are you okay??
[ he's albeit jogging up to her to close the distance, brows drawn into a little frown and trying, adamantly, to keep a serious face despite the literal sparkle following her motion. she's not injured, that he can tell, so this is...this is fine? did she lose some sort of competition? some glitter lands on his sleeve. ] — What's - [ throat is cleared. ] — what's the problem, exactly?
oh my god what a deLIGHT
[ he's albeit jogging up to her to close the distance, brows drawn into a little frown and trying, adamantly, to keep a serious face despite the literal sparkle following her motion. she's not injured, that he can tell, so this is...this is fine? did she lose some sort of competition? some glitter lands on his sleeve. ] — What's - [ throat is cleared. ] — what's the problem, exactly?