[Peter has the application sitting on his lap, one knee is jiggling up and down while he taps the pen against the clipboard with the other hand. His brow is furrowed, glasses slipping down his nose a bit. He pushes them up then returns to his tapping and staring at the application.
It's not a hard application; it's just that there's a lot to notice in the office and he's not sure he wants to work the mail room. He knows that's where a lot of people get their start, but he kind of thought that he'd be an intern or a lab assistant, something more related to the science end of things. After a few more moments, he lays the clipboard to the side and goes to explore. If he can find a scientist, maybe he can talk his way into a job.]
Somehow I don't think I'm going to need twenty-four hours to finish this...
[He wanders down the hall, poking his head into the break room. Ooooh! Food.
And just like that, Peter is sidetracked. He's starving, but then he's a teenage boy with a spider's metabolism. He's always starving.]
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It's not a hard application; it's just that there's a lot to notice in the office and he's not sure he wants to work the mail room. He knows that's where a lot of people get their start, but he kind of thought that he'd be an intern or a lab assistant, something more related to the science end of things. After a few more moments, he lays the clipboard to the side and goes to explore. If he can find a scientist, maybe he can talk his way into a job.]
Somehow I don't think I'm going to need twenty-four hours to finish this...
[He wanders down the hall, poking his head into the break room. Ooooh! Food.
And just like that, Peter is sidetracked. He's starving, but then he's a teenage boy with a spider's metabolism. He's always starving.]