[ OH GOD, SHE JUST SLIMED DOCTOR OCTOPUS. RIGHT IN THE FACE!!
He seems... surprisingly chill about it, though? Huh. Doreen's never actually met the guy, but she'd been under the impression that he was the kind of person who reacted to minor slights with furious vows of revenge and wanton mayhem. Also, from what she remembers, Doc Ock was a short dude with a questionable bowlcut and some kind of onesie situation going on, which is definitely not the case here.
While this whole train of thought has been running through Doreen's mind, she's been staring up at Otto with the wide-eyed, squirrel-in-the-headlights expression of someone who 100% knows him as a notorious supervillain, and has absolutely no poker face. ]
Uh... here, want some kleenex?
[ Doreen pulls some surprisingly dry tissues out of her utility belt and offers them up. The little grey squirrel who has been hiding in the neck of her shirt skitters onto her shoulder, and chitters at one of the actuators. ]
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He seems... surprisingly chill about it, though? Huh. Doreen's never actually met the guy, but she'd been under the impression that he was the kind of person who reacted to minor slights with furious vows of revenge and wanton mayhem. Also, from what she remembers, Doc Ock was a short dude with a questionable bowlcut and some kind of onesie situation going on, which is definitely not the case here.
While this whole train of thought has been running through Doreen's mind, she's been staring up at Otto with the wide-eyed, squirrel-in-the-headlights expression of someone who 100% knows him as a notorious supervillain, and has absolutely no poker face. ]
Uh... here, want some kleenex?
[ Doreen pulls some surprisingly dry tissues out of her utility belt and offers them up. The little grey squirrel who has been hiding in the neck of her shirt skitters onto her shoulder, and chitters at one of the actuators. ]