”Ain’t no money like fancy money-“

Wyatt hums softly, letting Kendrick Lamar blast through his dorm room as he cleans up a little, reaching under his roommate’s bed to clean it out and pausing as he notices a flash of color.

“Mmm.. kinda weird he’s hide this-“

Wyatt mumbles, pulling out a cardboard box and opening it up, his breath catching as he notices the silky costume.

“Spider-Man. But.. huh. Aiyden, can you come here?”