“And you’re not going coo-coo, or dyeing your hair black?”

May took a couple steps towards her, examining the casual outfit she had chosen for their evening together. In her experience, Venom was a bit more, aggressive. Every symbiote was.

“How’s all that work?”
"Tech? Oh, the suit? It's a symbiote, Venom. Gives me my powers these days and, uh," she'd look down at the shabby t-shirt. "Kinda gives me my fashion sense, too."

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