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What: Gwen's out of the hospital and home. She's hanging with her roommates/YOU!
Where: The ~~Spider~~ Mad-House on Leedits.
When: All day Saturday
Warnings: Will warn as needed.

Gwen was home. Finally. It felt like she was in the hospital forever, but that's just a teenager being a teenager. Over-dramatic. Prone to exaggerating just a bit.

She'd been picked up by Miles, and they stopped for breakfast at one of their favorite small cafes, Gwen eating a plate of peaches and cream waffles and turkey bacon like she hadn't eaten in weeks. Technically, this was kind of true? But logically, that doesn't count because statues can't eat. Still, her spider-metabolism was starting to amp up to where it used to be, so all the food is the best food.

Peaches and cream waffles, specifically.

But now she's home and people can find her a variety of places, having many a wonderous adventure.

Like playing vide games on the living room couch. Much excite, very adventure, wow.

This literally lasts maybe twenty minutes before she turns off Uncharted and decides instead to go to the kitchen for more food. So if anyone wants nachos, this is the time to come get some. She's pulling out some pre-cooked steak, onions, jalapenos, all the good stuff so she can make these nachos. And it's a good sized plate of them, too.

If you're nearby enough, she'll speak to you directly, oh housemate.

"You know what I saw a family do on FluxTok? They covered their entire kitchen table in tin foil, and then dumped tortilla chips all over it. And then they had all these cooked meats, and all these nacho toppings. I think we should do that for dinner some night. One giant nacho table. What do you think?"

This is a serious question that needs serious answers.

Later on, she can be found in the garage doing one of two things:

The first thing she might be doing is, from the comfort of a lawn chair, she's sketching the interior of the garage, designing a cat trail to go on the walls. It's SuperMario themed. There are warp tunnels in her design, and a lot of treasure boxes and enemies, too. She's going to have fun with this and make a thing of creating these designs, and is completely okay with people coming to offer advice.

The second thing she might be doing is drumming. There's music playing from her iPhone, and Gwen is drumming along. Not only to that song, but something a little older, too.

About two thirds of the way of Bohemian Rhapsody, however, Gwen gets tired and stops drumming, resting her elbows on her knees and her forehead in her hands with a sigh and a small groan. If she could go for a bit without feeling like crap, that'd be amazing.

[Closed Prompt for Hawk: ]

With all that tiring her out, Gwen takes a nap. She's asleep for a couple hours, but the sound of a door opening down the hall wakes her up. She recognizes the way one of the hingest squeaks just slightly. That was Peter's room. Now it's Hawks, and Gwen would like to see him. Just to say hi.

So, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders because she's feeling cold again, she heads down the hall. Her hair is a touch wild from her nap, but Gwen isn't thinking about that. She's thinking of her friend. She wants to make sure Hawk is settling in alright and that the guys from school aren't harassing him just yet.

Knocking on his bedroom door carefully, Gwen straightens up and pulls the blanket around her shoulders more, waiting for him to answer.

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Hawk had made himself a makeshift dummy to kick by stick a pipe he found in the grass at school into a bucket of wet concrete and then duct taped a bunch of pillows to it. It wasn't perfect but it was good enough.

Currently he was kicking and punching said dummy repeatedly. His shirt was off and his window was open because he was working up sweat and he was so focused that for a moment he didn't hear the knock at the door. He thought about ignoring it but then remembered it was one of his housemates and not his mom and it might be weird if he just didn't open the door.

Two more kicks and then he turned and opened the door, coming face to face with Gwen. It was probably good that he'd already worked up a sweat because he could feel his face flush with heat at seeing her.

"Uhhh... hey?"

Gwen can't really think past 'that's a good-looking guy without a shirt' for a few seconds, so she's quiet and kind of blinks once or twice to refocus herself.

"Hey...uh..." Hold on. Give her just a moment. "I-I'm sorry if I was interrupting...whatever it was you were doing. I wanted to see how you were settling in. Cool tattoo, by the way."

"Uh, hey," Hawk said, flushing a bit as he could really feel her eyes on him. He didn't mind the way she was looking though. Actually, he kinda liked it. It wasn't every day you had a cute girl seem to like looking at you shirtless.

"Oh, this one?" he said, pointing to the reaper on his chest. "That's... it's dumb and I need to get it covered up. I have a cooler one."

Turning around he flexed his back a bit to let her get a good view of the hawk tattoo he had back there. That one he was actually really proud of.

"Covered up why?" Gwen asks, adjusting the blanket around her shoulders and shivering just for a second. She's really the most over this whole hot-one-second-cold-the-next thing. "Why's the tattoo dumb?"

The hawk on his back is impressive. She almost wants to reach out and touch it but that seems inappropriate. So she chooses not to, tilting her head a bit to get a better look at the tattoo...and then.

"Wait...what's the legal age for tattoos where you're from?"

"It's... kind of hard to explain. I guess I got it when I thought I wanted to be one type of person but... not anymore," he said. That was probably as close as he was going to come to confessing that he'd been some sort of violent psycho for a while.

"I don't know," he said, turning around with a shrug. "You can find a place that doesn't care if you have the money though."

"Gotcha." She thinks about this for a second, watching Hawk curiously. She wants to ask what kind of person that was, but he seems reluctant. So, she won't push. She knows what it's like to have a secret and want to keep it. If he ever decides he wants to tell her, he will.

"I don't know about covering it up, though. Maybe it can serve as a reminder of who not to be? That's what I'd do." Gwen's also not even sure if tattoos would last on her, but it seems to her that keeping some kind of nod to a past someone wants to avoid repeating would be a good thing.

"I also don't know how I feel about a place that'd tattoo anyone, just because they had the money. That seems a little shady. But they're cool tattoos. I will give you that much."

"I know it sounds shady but Rico was really cool. He got what I was going through and wanting to do," Hawk said, although internally he had to admit that it was kinda shady of a place to tattoo a minor without parental consent. Still, he was appreciative of Rico for what he'd done.

"But yeah, maybe I'll leave the other one as a reminder. It's really stupid though," he said with a laugh. "Would you ever get a tattoo? I know you're really into dance and drums..."

Gwen probably couldn’t get a tattoo. Not with her healing factor. It wasn’t super quick, but she’d hate to see what it would do to someone’s hard work.

She shifts the blanket on her shoulders again, shivering slightly and letting out a soft sigh before shrugging.

“I dunno. If I did, I’d want to design it myself. But...I’m not sure it’s quite me.”

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