[Gwen looks pretty uncertain about that offer, but it is probably better than any alternative. Trading texts with Peter in person had been incredibly tedious. Finally, though, she nods at the offer for both the drum set and the speaking in the head.
Even though she's no idea how that works. Maybe it will be intuitive? Or... is he hearing her right now? Oh, god, don't think anything weird, Gwen. And that only makes her think of the strangest things her brain decides to pop in there. Don't mind her, she's just turning bright red, as she starts thinking about Miles. Kissing Miles. Nope, not that.
Now kissing Peter? Dammit. Oh, god. Kill her again now, please.]
[ He waits for her permission to move - although her permission isn't needed for the telepathic part of this. Unfortunately. Still, he'd rather not make a note of it without it. So he nods - the blue light she'd once seen tickling his finger tips as with a gesture he lifts the drum set as easily if they were feathers and - ]
[ Well. The thought of kissing boys is not what he's expecting. Really, he should, he's been in high school for way too long not to get more image than what he'd like but - ]
[ Knowing one of them and thinking one of them is cute is enough to earn pause. A flustered look passing before he settles on: ]
Sounds like you've been busy.
[ Looks? He's not going to rib her more as he inclines his head to the door. ]
You don't have to do anything special. I just hear people - all the time. I've been like this as long as I can remember. I can speak in their heads now, too, but — [ A beat. ]
[She's not been busy. As she'd not actually done either of those things? Just her brain being an asshole. There's been no kissing. There's been a distinct lack of kissing anyone at all. Not that she wouldn't kiss Miles if he showed up here, and Peter is nice too if she's honest. So much like her own Peter before she'd lost him.
Gwen's just been trying to survive in this place, truthfully. And failing, seeing as she'd died. Along with Peter.
The blush sticks around, but she takes in a deep breath and lets another out, trying to collect herself. She nods at his instruction, scrunching up her face as she thinks at him.]
Like this? Sorry, just the thought of someone in my head made me worried about what you'd see... so it, um, yeah. Anyway. Drums?
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Date: 2025-07-20 04:20 pm (UTC)Even though she's no idea how that works. Maybe it will be intuitive? Or... is he hearing her right now? Oh, god, don't think anything weird, Gwen. And that only makes her think of the strangest things her brain decides to pop in there. Don't mind her, she's just turning bright red, as she starts thinking about Miles. Kissing Miles. Nope, not that.
Now kissing Peter? Dammit. Oh, god. Kill her again now, please.]
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Date: 2025-07-20 04:42 pm (UTC)[ Well. The thought of kissing boys is not what he's expecting. Really, he should, he's been in high school for way too long not to get more image than what he'd like but - ]
[ Knowing one of them and thinking one of them is cute is enough to earn pause. A flustered look passing before he settles on: ]
Sounds like you've been busy.
[ Looks? He's not going to rib her more as he inclines his head to the door. ]
You don't have to do anything special. I just hear people - all the time. I've been like this as long as I can remember. I can speak in their heads now, too, but — [ A beat. ]
I know that can be weird, too. Sorry.
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Date: 2025-07-22 02:38 am (UTC)Gwen's just been trying to survive in this place, truthfully. And failing, seeing as she'd died. Along with Peter.
The blush sticks around, but she takes in a deep breath and lets another out, trying to collect herself. She nods at his instruction, scrunching up her face as she thinks at him.]
Like this? Sorry, just the thought of someone in my head made me worried about what you'd see... so it, um, yeah. Anyway. Drums?