"Where is it?" 2099 had Punk pinned to the lunch table.
"Told you, mate, I don't have it," punk said under his mask.
Pete waltzed over, seeing the confrontation, "What are we fussing about?"
"He thinks I took his creamer, don't have it," Hobie pushed at him.
"Are you out? Also, let him go," he scolded.
Miguel grumbled, still gripping Punk's wrist, "I want my creamer for my coffee."
India stood next to the table, looking at the bottle, "This wasn't it, was it?" He showed Miguel the container.
Of course it was him, of course.
"Sorry, I thought it was for everyone. I can replace it."
Mig released the rebel to stare at Pav, "You don't even drink coffee."
"I just needed some for my tea," he apologized again, "I'll get you another."
He sighed, shaking his head and storming off, "Just forget it."
Hobie rubbed his wrist, "Someone's cheesed off."
"Did you take his name off the container?" Pete gave him a scolding look.
Punk shrugged, "So many people 'round here touching things, could have fallen off. Shouldn't automatically be me when something happens to get his knickers in a bunch."
Pete somehow didn't believe he was an innocent party being accused, "Soooo…if I asked Lyla, she wouldn't have any footage of you being a bully?"
That comment made the teen take pause.
"It was a harmless prank."
"Time out."
"What?"
"Time out."
Hobie looked at the older spider man in disbelief, "You're not serious, mate."
"Time out."
He glared, "No."
Pete met his challenging glare with one of his own. It was uncomfortable to see the goofball so stern.
"Time. Out. Now."
Hobie huffed, stamping his feet several times before dragging a chair to the wall, "This is stupid."
X
After that ordeal Punk figured it would be better off going to see what his other friend was doing. He hopped into Miles' dimension, hasn't been there for a while.
After climbing to his room's window he slid in. Didn't sound like anyone was home, that's cool, he could wait.
He noticed a basket of clothes on his mate's bed.
Please put away.
"Suppose I can be helpful while I wait," he grabbed a stack of shirts and started looking for the drawer they belonged in.
Sure had some cute jammies. Punk laughed to himself, holding up some thin footed pj's. They looked comfy. Perfect for this time of year. More snooping about and he found the cute socks.
"Never see him in these," he was actually a little hurt by that fact. There was a lot of cute stuff his friend seemed to be hiding. What a pity.
The cutest was what Hobie found in his underwear drawer.
"Well what have we here?" He pulled out the soft item and unfolded, "Aww, look at the sick little space theme. Ain't that cute?"
Hobie hopped on the bed to toy more with the pull up. He managed to peep the little stuffed kitty on the pillow, "Hello there, who might you be?"
X
Miles managed to get home before both his parents. Awesome. He could have a little breather before going patrolling.
A quick lunch and glance at his homework and it would be all gravy.
"Hiya little man," Hobie waved.
Miles spun, "Dude! When did you get here? I thought you were coming when I got out of class."
"Got bored," he shrugged, "Put your clothes away for you."
"Uh thanks," he slowly turned back to the fridge, "You hungry?"
"I can always go for a meal," punk sat at the table, "How was a day of brainwashing?"
"School was fine. Same day, different stuff," he put a pot of spaghetti-Os on, "I look so forward to the essay I have to write," he rolled his eyes.
"Yea, sucks," punk agreed, sliding to the fridge and grabbing them both juice boxes.
Miles shrugged, "I'm gonna change."
"You need help?" The enthusiasm the older teen had as he followed his friend was startling.
"Help with what?" He looked in confusion.
"You know," he pointed down, "Your nappy."
The teen touched his head, "I'm not, da-I combed it out this morning."
"No," Hobie shook his head and walked in the room ahead of him.
Miles followed him, trying to see what got him so excited. His soul nearly evacuated his body when he saw his friend going into his underwear drawer.
"These are nappies, mate," Hobie held up a pull up with a space ship theme, "Diapers."
"It's not a diaper!" He blushed.
"Looks and feels like one," he rubbed the fabric, "I'll help you."
"I…no, it's different," he rushed over to take it, "It's different and I don't need to change that right now. I don't use them at school. I meant change into my street clothes."
"You sure?" He sat on the bed.
Miles quickly changed into a t-shirt and pants. It was getting colder and mom would kill him if he got sick from being out in shorts instead of something heavier.
"Aww, you got yourself on there, righteous. I like your dino ones."
He groaned, "Why were you going through my stuff?"
"I put your clothes up for you."
"Lets just eat and go please."
"Are you going to bring an extra one?"