Parasite Seems Distracted Enough By That New Question. “Yeah.”

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YES

pleaseeeeee I wanna go for a walk

parryyyyyyyyy! i miss u :(

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

Oh, hello!! Hey!! How are you doing?

I’m screenshotting that.

You cannot escape. You will never escape this.

meow

*smashing through a wall* nuuuurrrhhh...hey, we'll...pay for the damages later..damn mechs...fuck the hunger...

@rage-the-symbiote

“Oh! Uh, hello! Uh, thanks for the paying the damages part though.”

“Hang on, hunger? You need food?”

Their quills/spikes perked up a bit.

“I can help get you food! Just- nobody in this building. But I’m really good at hunting!”

“Ahah…” Parasite tried to put on a smile in response (though it failed miserably, it was all teeth and no eyes). A spider, great, they wouldn’t be able to take this one as their hosts in that case after all, they didn’t want another Peter incident on their hands,

“I… Yes, I guess you could say that it’s not me-“ Parasite quickly cleared their throat, trying to hide their hosts call for help why was this person being so difficult if it wasn’t for them they could’ve just moved on and found a new host already

“I mean… Sorry about that. It’s… Do you-“ Parasite paused again, trying to think of the least suspicious way to phrase their question. “-Happen to know any hang-out spots? Preferably areas that have some people, but are isolated from busy crowds and whatnot?”

“Hey, you! Spider…”

Parasite Alice paused, trying to regain control of their host’s body again why did they keep on fighting Parasites control why did they pick a host that was so difficult we need a new host soon FIND ONE

“What do you… What’s your opinion on symbiotes? What do you know about them?”

Parasite-Alice leaned up against a fire escape, her expression blank and emotionless.

Gwen froze and pulled her mask back down, spinning on her toes to face the newcomer. She hadn't even realized someone was there. She had to get a grip.

She tried not to seem too out of breath or panicky, but they'd likely be well aware if they'd been there for any time at all. They hadn't mentioned it yet, however.

It took a moment to process their question. She had to get a grip first. There wasn't a clear threat.

"...In theory? They're very interesting," That was flat. Not enough. This was a biology question, she liked biology. "I mean, I don't know a lot. But parasites are always interesting to learn about." She didn't know why this was one of the topics she always hedged on. Realistically, she knew her feelings. But this was one of the things where she had to test the dirt, to find her footing, before she could state her opinion. Especially because she still didn't know this person.

"I don't have anything against them. Certainly not the hosts, they are actively hurt in the exchange," She wrung her hands together. Paused. "I think my interest lands in what is best for the host and what they prefer." That shouldn't have been too far. No matter the harm inflicted on others, the host was a person in the exchange. And yet she found her grimacing as if she'd stated the most controversial opinion in the world. It was stupid.

"Uh, may I ask who you are? And what your opinion is?"

“I… Guess you’re not entirely wrong.”

Parasite replied, a look of surprise forming on their face, seemingly deep in thought as they considered Vice’s words. They hadn’t really thought about it like that before, but they did seem to have a point.

“I think you’re one of the least vengeful symbiotes I’ve seen. Though, that’s a good thing, especially here, in this world.”

A small blob, the size of a subway rat approaches. It is grey, with a full spectrum of colors dancing over it.

“Hello. We I have not met another of my kind before. I am VICE.”

— @bluejayandvice

“Salutations, little one!”

Parasite crouched down to Vice, their eyes wide as they examined the symbiote

“Vice, you say? I’m Parasite. It’s a pleasure meeting another!”

They took “now with more bucky” to a whole new level.

*Wheelie skips over to the spot that Parasite said and he looks around.*

Heyyyy, I’m here!

*He’s wearing a bright pink unicorn hoodie and pink cargo pants so he shouldn’t be too hard to spot.*

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

Parasite drops from the tree, letting go of the ant they had temporarily grabbed onto.

“Hey! Over here!”

The small alien moved closer, looking up at them.

“Of course! Come back anytime. If you need me, I’ll come and find you. Or you could come and fine me! Whichever one is easiest for you.”

A small blob, the size of a subway rat approaches. It is grey, with a full spectrum of colors dancing over it.

“Hello. We I have not met another of my kind before. I am VICE.”

— @bluejayandvice

“Salutations, little one!”

Parasite crouched down to Vice, their eyes wide as they examined the symbiote

“Vice, you say? I’m Parasite. It’s a pleasure meeting another!”