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Who: The Spider-Teens
What: Hanging out, getting used to life in Wechester City, probably playing video games. Also Gwen has a problem and needs the guys to answer.
Where: Basement/kids hang out in the Spider-House.
When: 10/07 - evening.

Miles Purrales was running around the basement like a lunatic, jumping over the PS4 and skirting the stack of video games with the chaotic energy only a kitten his size would have. Occasionally, he stops to pounce on someone's back, gently and with no claws, but then kicks off of them and continues his wild-man run.

Meanwhile Gwen was stretched out on the floor, poking at homework but not actually doing it. She was distracted. Had been so, off and on, for a few days, now. Since the new arrivals and then the new town, she'd been elsewhere at the weirdest of times. Even with reassuring both her boyfriend and her best friend that she was fine, she actually was not. She had a lot on her mind, some of it far bigger than the rest, and while she'd love to talk about it all, she had to start small.

"Question for the two of you," Gwen states as she reaches for one of the bags of chips lying nearby. Miles Purrales decides he's done running around and hops onto the nearest lap, a boneless heap of exhausted black and white kitten who just wants attention goddamnit so someone pet him please.

"I think I handled something badly, and I wanted to tell you both about it to get some perspective. Is that ok?"

That's it, that's her question.

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Miles had suspected that something was up, but had decided not to press the issue. If she wanted to talk about it, she would.

So when she finally brought it up, he wasn't entirely surprised. He glanced up from drumming his pencil against his notebook, just in time for the cat to jump in his lap for pets.

"Yeah sure," he said, pushing his homework aside. "What's up?"

"I think...I might have been kind of a bitch to a coworker the other day? Probably?" It was when the world was still Beachville and Gwen wasn't aware Miles was in town yet.

"I was at work, waiting for Peter to get me so we could pick up stuff for dinner, and I was on the drum kit. I had Bohemian Rhapsody playing on my iPhone, I was absolutely in a zone just...having a good time." Unintentionally referencing another amazing song by Queen but that's okay.

"My coworker," who Gwen isn't the biggest fan of, for reasons she hasn't identified yet. "She comes in for her shift, sits down at the piano and starts playing along. I was practicing, and what she was playing was one-hundred percent not the song I was playing. It fit, sure...but...I kind of..."

Give her a second, she's trying to think of how to phrase this properly. There's a lot she takes seriously. Music and dancing are two of them. Having practice interrupted by someone just jumping in and not following along is a huge, huge pet peeve of hers.

"I told her she was rude to just jump in like that without asking." Not to mention, it was goddamn Queen. "I've been feeling a little...territorial, I want to say, after not having drums for months on that train I mentioned, so I keep thinking my reaction was maybe a problem and I should have just let her do whatever."

Miles was quiet for a bit as he thought, other than the occasional tap of his pencil on the open notebook. He was trying to imagine the scene in his head.

"So...when you were playing the song on your iPhone, was it like, out loud where other people could hear it? Or were you listening to the song with headphones or something?"

"I had my phone connected to the stores bluetooth speakers. Our boss lets us control the music." They're pretty cool like that. Gwen settles on one of the giant beanbag chairs in the basement and the kitten decides to try for Miles pencil, pouncing and missing and meowing impatiently before heading over to Gwen and climbing his way up the side of the bag.

He'll settle on his usual spot on her shoulder to nap in a moment. Gwen reaches up and idly scritches behind the cats ear, frowning just a bit.

"I really do feel like I was the jerk in this situation. But like...back home...it's not something we do unless we know how the other person operates, and we especially don't do that if we don't know the song. We give it a listen, we learn it..."

Miles nods, mulling over her words. "Then yeah, it is kinda weird that she'd play a different song." Hesitating a bit, he adds, "Maybe not enough to really go off on her, though."

He twirls his pencil between his fingers a bit as he chews over his next words. "If you feel bad about it, maybe apologize and talk to her? If part of the problem is not knowing how the other person operates, then maybe get to know her so you two can figure that out. Lay some ground rules and work out something you guys can agree on. Because it isn't really fair to expect her to just know that stuff about you if you don't really talk about it."