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[doeswhathewants]

[He's sitting on a cement retaining wall, legs dangling over the edge, a makeshift card table done out of milk crates and a box on the sidewalk below. The phone is propped up on something beside him, filming as Serrure flips through the deck of cards he was just conning people with.]

I don't know why people become so angry over losing. Spoiler alert- it is a trait you mortals share with gods and demons alike.

Or perhaps it is not the losing I do not understand, but the insistence upon returning to lose again after being so frustrated the first time.

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[doeswhathewants]

Yes. And others. Occasionally. We fight evil. And save the world.

It's a thing.

[spiderkid]

Sounds pretty chill. I'm in.

[doeswhathewants]

Excellent!

Then let us celebrate by robbing from the rich and unsavory to gorge on Red Bull and Cadbury Eggs!

ignore the maskless icon, I just needed dis face

[spiderkid]

That's... a weird sort of celebration. But throw in some Doritos and I'm there.

[doeswhathewants]

It shall be done.

[spiderkid]

Sweet. So, where's this Underground place? Besides... under the ground?

[doeswhathewants]

We can get to it from the fountains, you have to keep your wits about you. All kinds of trouble there. Vampires. Necromancers. Hipsters.

[spiderkid]

Pshht. No problem. We're Spider-Man 2.0 and the Norse god of card games. What could go wrong?

[doeswhathewants]

Norse god of card games? That's a sucky title. I prefer Loki, God of Party Rocking.

[spiderkid]

Hold up. I'm gonna need to see you shuffle before I approve that title.

[doeswhathewants]

I can only do Gangnam Style. No horse jokes, please. That never happened.

[spiderkid]

What's Gangnam Style? [ The horse thing is over his head too, but he's gonna let it slide. ]

[doeswhathewants]

[He's going to Gangnam Style.]

[spiderkid]

[ Without any music? Dude, that just looks weird. ]

[doeswhathewants]

[There's music in his head. That ought to count.]

See? Excellent. Shall we?

[spiderkid]

Sure, god of weird dances. Let's go. [ And Miles picks him up by the waist, using the other hand to swing web, headed towards the fountains. ]