|| for context i usually work from home mon-fri which is why im around in the daytime and then im a tour guide on weekends so im not around all that much
redhead, really committing to that puppy pout she was toying with before.
โyouโre leaving?โ she repeats, this time a little quieter thanks to their closeness. slightly less dramatics, too.
the attention, coupled with the beckoning gesture, brings a heady, giddy buzz to gwenโs mind as knee high boots wander over to mj. her solo cup still clutched in hand, though itโs just a few sticky drops of whatever remains of her drink.
the blonde bats long lashes at theโ
takes her in. the puppy dog look in her hazy eyes even in the distance.
nodding her head to beckon gwen over, mary jane steps away from her planned escape route and waits.
|| mainly applying to the people i have sent things out to so i know where im at with the threads but open to plotting or writing with others!
(this doesnโt guarantee a ship)
the quick change of subject doesnโt go unnoticed. neither does the awful impression of a cough.
โiโm okayโฆ andโฆ thanks?โ her tone is anything but convinced, but nonetheless she extends the thermos out to peter. in doing so, she meets his eye again, attention quickly pulledโ
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He says , mustering a pretty bad sounding fake cough as he closes the door .
ใ Enough about me , how are you ? I like the outfit . ใ
He immediately regrets that last part , he's always been bad at giving compliments , and small talk . โ โ โ
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back to the cut on his jaw.
โyou know youโre still bleeding, right? have you cleaned it up?โ
before he even gets the chance to take the soup off her, sheโs taking it away again, putting it on the counter to be able to look back at the injury.
โgod, peterโฆ sit down. let meโ
he won't mind her little question.
"uh, sir? i was wondering if i could ask you something."
words she'd rehearsed outside in the hall, and in the elevator to his office, and in the queue to the coffee shop.
she enjoyed this dance every morning, had gotten well and truly used to the grooves of the routine. she'd bring his coffee, and the great dr osborn would mutter various pleasantries while he drank it. ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ฆ๐ค๐ต. ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ.
hopefully so ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ thatโ
not really seemed yourself, lately, peterโฆโ
itโs about as subtle as an anvil dropped on a foot, as gwen looks around peterโs apartment when she makes her way inside, still clutching the thermos of home made chicken soup.
โbesides, family recipe.โ
gwen spots the awkward hint in peterโs smile, but chooses to push on anyway. she was here now, she had to commit. even if it did seem more and more likely that he was just blowing her off and pretending to be sickโฆ
โi wanted to. iโve been worried about you, you know. youโveโ
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ใ Thanks , you really didn't have to . ใ
He says , as he gestures his hand to wave her inside .
Eyes glancing around the room to ensure nothing incriminating is on show .
He can't see anything , for now. . .โ โ โ
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