Peter gave Fitz a sideways glance, confused as to why he was acting so hostile all of a sudden. Two could play at Wounded Scientist if he really wanted. "I'm just saying, as the guy who invented them, that's what I've found to work best."
He moved over to the wall, pulling out a small spray bottle and applying a spritz directly to the part of the webbing attached to the wall. It instantly disintegrated, not even leaving behind a mark. "See? No damage. And if you don't have one of these babies," he said, shaking the bottle for effect. "A mix of baking soda, soap, and water can get it off, along with a little elbow grease."
He puts his other hand on his hip, giving Fitz another look. "I can help you get your set up and running, is what I'm saying. But I also need to make more fluid, at least four cartridges' worth. Is that something we can work on together, or...?" 'Or do you need more time to pout?' is the part he manages to avoid saying aloud.
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He moved over to the wall, pulling out a small spray bottle and applying a spritz directly to the part of the webbing attached to the wall. It instantly disintegrated, not even leaving behind a mark. "See? No damage. And if you don't have one of these babies," he said, shaking the bottle for effect. "A mix of baking soda, soap, and water can get it off, along with a little elbow grease."
He puts his other hand on his hip, giving Fitz another look. "I can help you get your set up and running, is what I'm saying. But I also need to make more fluid, at least four cartridges' worth. Is that something we can work on together, or...?" 'Or do you need more time to pout?' is the part he manages to avoid saying aloud.