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Walking around the spider society, seeing many of the Spiderman's that most likely share the same origins of how they become one like him never fails to make him think this was actually reality. Pavitr kept to himself, his hair hanging as he walked upside down and passed by other Spider's doing the same as casually as breathing.
Falling from the ceiling and into the smooth tilings in a crouch, his hair falling and settling nicely on his face again. He stood up and smiled, a tingle in his head—his spider-senses alerting him of potential trouble.
He stopped walking, turning his head to the direction he felt trouble was and saw it was just behind that closed door. With a tilt of his head and a little caution in his movements, he rest his ear close to the door, hearing quiet grunts and the distinct sounds of materials being moved around.
*What's happening?*
"Hey, you good in there, bro?" He asked to the person on the other side of the door, knocking his knuckle softly against it to gain their attention and provide an answer.
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