"We are not sliding down the uhnfff." Welp. That sure is someone about a quarter his size picking him up and draping him over his shoulders like he weighs thirty pounds. What the hell?
"How are you doing that?" Which is the last thing Kabal asks as he mercifully shuts up for once in his life because hanging like this with his neck draped to the side is doing terrible things to his head. Maybe Cho was right and his brain is swelling and oozing down his spine or something. He's not going to puke in his mask, but he does feel like he's somehow gotten several concussions at once which is a sensation he never needed to experience ever.
On the plus side at least he's quiet?
Well he is, the respirator on his back is going into overdrive because it is not exactly easy to breathe in this position with Peter's shoulder in his chest.
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"How are you doing that?" Which is the last thing Kabal asks as he mercifully shuts up for once in his life because hanging like this with his neck draped to the side is doing terrible things to his head. Maybe Cho was right and his brain is swelling and oozing down his spine or something. He's not going to puke in his mask, but he does feel like he's somehow gotten several concussions at once which is a sensation he never needed to experience ever.
On the plus side at least he's quiet?
Well he is, the respirator on his back is going into overdrive because it is not exactly easy to breathe in this position with Peter's shoulder in his chest.