Eeep.
"Hey... Marcia." He grimaces, eyes on his mask drooping. "Sure..."
He clambers in the window and sits down on the couch, costume fading into a tank top and pajama pants, (he'd gotten the hang of making his own clothes), a few bruises showing up on his arms and legs, with one especially large one from shoulder to elbow on his right arm.
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