Don't know about the cape, but they definitely have the suits.
[ and really, what are the odds that three out of five in their group are all spider-people — miller must have grouped them together on the basis of them knowing how to work together. but he feels he's lucky to know nearly everyone in his team; they're all good people, shinji and the younger peter and gwen, good and kind and they care about others, about the ai, and, you know. there are definitely those he'd feel less happy to have been grouped with.
but junpei hasn't even once asked to know of the details, and charles is happy to keep it that way — the less he knows about ketsora, about the tall walls of the fortress and its defenses that charles will somehow have to get through, the better.
if something happens to you, junpei says and doesn't finish the statement, and charles thinks, don't you get that that's how i feel about you, and then immediately after thinks, oh, because even if it's not in the same way, with the same depth of feeling as for him — maybe, just maybe, junpei's state of okay-ness does depend on him being safe, too. and though safe isn't something he can promise, not really...
well, that's just fine, because the halting words that follow make something warm unfold inside his chest, make his eyes go soft as he lifts his hand, junpei's own still holding onto his wrist, and places his palm against the side of his face, cupping his cheek gently and brushing his thumb across his cheek. ]
... Yeah. I promise.
[ and is it a promise he should be making? perhaps not, with how so many things can go wrong, with how this could very well be the last time they even meet — and yet, he can't do anything else, because it is the one promise he wants, more than anything, to keep... because there's no one else that he'd want to come back to. ]
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[ and really, what are the odds that three out of five in their group are all spider-people — miller must have grouped them together on the basis of them knowing how to work together. but he feels he's lucky to know nearly everyone in his team; they're all good people, shinji and the younger peter and gwen, good and kind and they care about others, about the ai, and, you know. there are definitely those he'd feel less happy to have been grouped with.
but junpei hasn't even once asked to know of the details, and charles is happy to keep it that way — the less he knows about ketsora, about the tall walls of the fortress and its defenses that charles will somehow have to get through, the better.
if something happens to you, junpei says and doesn't finish the statement, and charles thinks, don't you get that that's how i feel about you, and then immediately after thinks, oh, because even if it's not in the same way, with the same depth of feeling as for him — maybe, just maybe, junpei's state of okay-ness does depend on him being safe, too. and though safe isn't something he can promise, not really...
well, that's just fine, because the halting words that follow make something warm unfold inside his chest, make his eyes go soft as he lifts his hand, junpei's own still holding onto his wrist, and places his palm against the side of his face, cupping his cheek gently and brushing his thumb across his cheek. ]
... Yeah. I promise.
[ and is it a promise he should be making? perhaps not, with how so many things can go wrong, with how this could very well be the last time they even meet — and yet, he can't do anything else, because it is the one promise he wants, more than anything, to keep... because there's no one else that he'd want to come back to. ]