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WHO: Catty (

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WHERE: Selina's apartment
WHEN: Night of July 30th
SUMMARY: Selina wants to sleep off her jetlag. Peter wants to welcome her back to the City with song.
WARNINGS: Selina sleeps naked. Peter sings.
FORMAT: Quickpara

Selina may have refused to call the City home, but her bed was her bed and she was glad to be back to it. As much as she'd traveled, it always took her a day or two to adjust to what passed for a normal schedule for her.

She left her clothes in a pile on the floor, long past caring. Crawling in between the sheets, she was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

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Oh.

This was the moment.

Peter had -- well, he had some idea of what he was doing, yeah, but he also knew that what he was doing was rather insane and that any manner of strange and alien deaths could befall him for carrying out what he was about to do.

And yet.

Man, the look on her face would be priceless.

He looked around himself, double-checking to make sure that his equipment -- a microphone and speaker system, rather large and possibly illegal in some states -- was all in place.

Then, he inhaled, and.

Well.

"Hey there folks! This song goes out for a verrry special lady in my life who I haven't seen in weeks..."

Edited 2009-07-31 05:44 (UTC)

Now Selina was an exceptionally sound sleeper, but there were certain things that no human who wasn't heavily sedated could remain unconscious for. She blinked blearily at the clock, but the numbers weren't processing at the moment.

"Sad thing is, she's probably trying to ignore this with all of her power, so--"

He walked over to the speak system, causing an IMMENSE amount of feedback to go screaming out through the silent night air.

"--LET'S KICK IT!"

Somewhere, a car alarm was going off.

At that, she sat bolt upright in bed. Between the horrific racket and the need for sleep, a nice sharp headache was already forming.

"What the hell?" she muttered to herself.

And then he started singing.

"WHAT'S NEW PUSSY-CAT, WOAH WOAH WOAH OH!"

Decently, but still.

Clutching the sheet around her, Selina slid out of bed and stalked to the window. Unfortunately, opening said window meant she could hear the singing that much better.

"WHAT THE HELL, PETER?" she yelled out, not even sure her voice would carry over the amplified sound.

Oh yes. She was going to kill him.

Ah, the star of the show! Peter put a bit more effort into his movements, snapping a finger and bouncing one of his legs while he went at it, really getting into the groove of things.

"Pussycat, Pussycat: I've got flowers / And lots of hours / To spend with youuuu!"

He pointed at her, flashing his ten thousand gigawatt smile, as he continued.

"So go and powder your cute little pussycat nose!"

Selina just stood there for a long minute, wearing nothing aside from a bedsheet and a deadly glare. Finally, she stormed across the room, grabbed a throw pillow, headed back to the window, and hurled it at his face as hard as she could.

When the pillow came close enough, Peter trapped it in a webline and started swinging it in a circle around his head, just for show. Take that, spoil-sport.

"Pussycat, Pussycat: You're so thrilling / And I'm so willing / To care for you~"

"If you cared," she deadpanned, "you'd let me sleep."

This so wasn't fair.

The neighbors were beginning to shout. It was beautiful.

"What's new pussycat? Woah, Woah, Wo-oooah!"

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It was as far from beautiful as it could be. If Selina had to move because of this, she really was going to kill Peter. Slowly.

"Hope you enjoy paying your own rent." That said, she walked back across the room once more, taking a seat in the chair. The window was still open, if he wanted to come in and chat like a sane human being.

Obviously, he's going to be called out as being a public disturbance if he really kept serenading her, so he tries for his big finish.

"Pussycat, Pussycat / I love you! Yes, I do!"

And he's Really belting it out, here, milking that last note for all its worth. It doesn't sound too bad, either.

Selina just sat there. Possibly plotting out intricate murder plans. Definitely not smiling.

Well. The corner of her lip might have twitched just the tiniest bit.

For his grand finish, Peter basically jumps through the window, sliding forward across the floor on his knees as he belts out the final line.

"You and your pussycat noooooose!"

He's even pointing at her, head down, totally into the moment.

Hopefully no one will steal his equipment.

Selina crossed one leg over the other, one hand smoothing the sheet to make sure everything stayed covered.

And oh how she glared.

He waited for the applause. For the adoration. This entire scene had been for her, after all. It'd be rude of him to just segue into conversation without getting the awkward: "Oh, Pete. You handsome dog you."'s out of the way.

And the glaring continued.

"You know I'm going to kill you, right?"

He laughed, and started getting up to his feet.

"You're bluffing"

And then. Well.

He saw her state of near-undress, and all higher brain functions went out the window.

"Fine, fine. You'll only wish you were dead."

And then she saw his expression shift. It was fairly easy to guess why. Her mouth twitched.

"Something wrong, Squishy?"

He covered his face. For the love of God.

"Selina. What the hell."

"I was sleeping, Peter," she replied, as if that explained everything. In her mind, it did. Amusement was creeping into her voice.

"But why are you naked?!"

This would not end well.

"I was sleeping," she repeated slowly, as if talking to a child. "And the city does get rather hot in the summer."

Still covering his face. Still feeling intensely awkward. Maybe blushing a little.

"That's what an AC is for."