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fluxscape2020-10-07 10:06 pm
hibana_incursa) wrote in fluxscape2020-10-07 10:06 pm
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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.
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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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?"
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