Will was utterly confused as he entered the supermarket. He’d never been to this place, and where were the rest of the zeroes on the price tag? Was this some kind of thrift shop?<br/><br/>He grinned at the name. “I really want to be Peter Parker—I like him better than Miles. Not being racist! Peter is just better.. I’m Asian, so a mask should do,” he motioned to his face, though he adored his looks.<br/><br/>He then hummed, and pointed to the silver mini-fridge. “That one. It’ll go better with my aesthetic. We should do a white and silver theme.”<br/><br/>His eyes shifted to where she was motioning, and he let out a low whistle. “Oh, my, my,” he whispered, smirking. “Too bad he’s probably as straight as the pole I dance on,” he laughed.