"H-hey Mary Jane."
"Hey Seymour."
Mary Jane tries to dial down the charm (and oh, cruel fate, that little extra mile she'll go for you is part of her charm) as she gives Seymour O'Reilly a dazzling smile.
"Uh…w-what're ya doing?"
"Just hanging around."
It's study hall. What's she going to do? Study?
Not that brains aren't more important than beauty. You just don't have to mess one up by taking the other so seriously. And, what, ya didn't think she'd know most of the Bard's work to heart by now? Oh, ye of little faith.
Still. She'd like to go over the scene with Hermia, Demetrius and Helena in relative peace. Relative. People make good background noise. She doesn't like it when it's too quiet, more because it reminds her of home than the things it's led her to do when Aunt Anna's is too quiet. Riding with Eddie Brock for example.
"So…uh, you heard about…y'know?"
But Seymour isn't Eddie, is he? He deserves better, yeah? Never let it be said Mary Jane Watson never gave anybody their due!
"You mean do I think Peter Parker is Spider-Man?"
People turn their heads to look at her even though she hasn't raised her voice, and she's actually a little impressed with those that don't look at her but do listen. She smiles, remembers she's smiling already, then decides What The Heck and does so even more.
"Do I think Peter Parker is adventurous, brave, hilarious and sweet?"
She dog ends her script page subconsciously, too into play to really work and just really enjoying this far too much. Seymour swallows as she makes eye contact, and she dials the smile down to encouraging.
"Yeah?"
"Nope."
Someone laughs mildly in the background. She thinks it's that guy from Captain Stacy's seminar but she will not turn around. Not yet. Seymour has her full attention for the next couple of minutes, the lucky guy.
"Uh…why not?"
She really shouldn't, but…
"Well," MJ smirks, pushing her script to one side to lean in conspiratorially, a little over the top but she's in that kind of mood ",first of all adventurous? He's from Queens. Brave? He's from Queens." She pauses for the rims hot that's never going to come, ah well, and starts up again as the light dawns in Seymour's eyes. "I mean, have you ever seen him around when there's trouble? And who's always there when danger rears it's ugly head? It ain't Flash Thompson, that's for sure."
Way too much.
"Don't get me wrong though, Peter's a great guy. But action is it's own reward. Living on the edge, fighting crime, rescuing damsels, cool costume with stuff coming out of your wrists? The world's gotta be fun for a guy like Spidey and that's a little too much fun for a guy like Pete. Plus funny does not equate with hilarious, natch?"
"Uh…"
"But give the kid his due," she smiles an entirely different, smaller kind of smile. ", never said he wasn't sweet."
She realises the mask is slipping a little, and dives back into it. "A guy like Spidey probably doesn't have time to help out his aunt, or hang with his girlfriend, not when the sky's the limit, yeah?"
That ought to do it. Seymour's nodding, grinning a little too much now that he's found the bandwagon and has gotten a running start.
"Guess someone like Spidey wouldn't really need to worry about losing his mask, huh?"
Something silently snaps open inside MJ. Nothing to loose. Like aunts. Or girlfriends. Or girls you should really be his girlfriend already.
She'd honestly never thought of it like that.
"No…no, guess he wouldn't--"
Then something punches Spider-Man through the building.