Peter's eyes widen and he drops to the ground without realizing it; his spidey-reflexes go off, same as they might if he were a cat who was suddenly dropped, and he lands cleanly on the ground.
"Don't -- don't eat that stuff," Peter says, scrambling to Connor's side. "It'll make you sick."
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Date: 2018-12-14 05:30 am (UTC)"Don't -- don't eat that stuff," Peter says, scrambling to Connor's side. "It'll make you sick."