OOC: Donnie, dude, bro, amigo, compatriot, thank you.
OOC: Thank you, Mo!
"☆ ((Surprise. >.>))"
OOC: I LOVE YOU, GEM.
Allowing herself to just be tugged back to lay down, Gwen shifts and gets comfortable as they get tangled in each other. Resting her head onto his shoulder, she looks through her bangs, a grin coming to her lips again. He was so cute without even trying. “Heh, damn straight you are,” she responds as she puts her hand on his cheek. Rubbing her thumb over the softer part of his cheek, she then lifts her head back up so that she could give him a proper kiss before resting her head back down, moving her hand from his cheek to rest on is chest.
Peter smiles as she kisses him, “Goodnight, Gwendolyne Stacy.” he whispers as his lips press into her forehead gently, one arm tucked under his pillow and the other wrapped around her waist as his head laid near hers as he drifted into sleep. This was the pinnacle of comfort with another for Peter. Something he’s never done with anyone, sleep together. Not near each other, or around the general vicinity, together. Bodies wrapped around one another and absorbing a comfortable warmth at the core. Gwen Stacy was certainly not just anyone.
"☆ WELL DUH. Bl"
OOC: MY AWESOME GWEN. ^-^
Since she was already wearing her PJs under her sweat jacket and pants, she simply slips them off and tosses them over on her backpack as well. Now in said PJs (which consisted of an oversized t-shirt with the Spider-Man logo on it and a pair of fuzzy bunny scattered shorts), Gwen nods faintly in response as she follows Peter to his bathroom. She’d figure things out when she was more coherent tomorrow in the morning or afternoon - which ever time she decided to wake up.
Crawling into his bed, she sits in the middle, covering her mouth with her hand as she yawns again. “Okay, whatever.” She blinks over at him. “Are you gonna join me or are you gonna keep rambling?”
Peter smiled back to her as he got into bed next to Gwen, scooting closer to her until his body wrapped around hers. He felt a rush of heat from the contact, one sweatpants clad leg wedging and tangling with hers. He kissed her cheek softly. “I’m really glad you’re here.” he said with a nervous chuckle.
Gwen would never tell Peter that she had slept on the streets before and by choice no less. “Like I said, I’m sure it’s fine.” She squeezes his hand, shaking her head a bit. Yawning again, she attempts to perk herself up as she looks around. She doesn’t register much however and just shrugs it off for the time being. When they get up to his apartment barely a few minutes later, she looks around. Nodding in approval, she lets go of his hand so she can toss her backpack and shoes off to the side. “Looks good,” she grins. “Now where’s the bed?”
Peter smiled back, “Let’s go, Bosslady.” he kicked off his sneakers, pulling off his jacket and walking into the bedroom. “The bathroom’s right here if you want to brush your teeth or something.” Peter said before pulling his shirt off to change into his ESU shirt that he usually slept in. “You can get up to use the kitchen if you want, but don’t directly look at that weird Felix the Cat clock. I tried to take it down but it was bolted to the wall when I moved in.” he flattened his lip and gave an “Oh well” expression, getting used to it over the course of living there for nine months.
She smiles back sleepily, taking his hand. “I wouldn’t know, I kind of spaced out while listening for my stop from that new system they have in those buses.” She shrugs, waving her free hand dismissively. “Peter, I really don’t care on where you live. As long as you’re comfortable I’m cool with it.”
Peter smiled, “It’s not horrible, I promise.” he led her down the street from the bus stop. They passed the actually nice and more spacious apartments, the church he stopped by every day, and got to his apartment building. It wasn’t extravagant, a bit dumpy, but it was close to ESU and was right next to the deli, pharmacy, and laundromat. They went up the stairs and made their way to his apartment. Number 505, top floor. “So! What do you think?” Peter nodded towards the modest living space.
Alright, I’ll be there when I get there. And yep, sounds good.
[ OH HEY LOOK IT’S A CONVENIENT TIMESKIP.
Gwen hops off of the bus with a backpack and a yawn. Looking she clicks her tongue.]
Peter smiled as he saw the bus pull up, holding out his hand for her to hold as she exited. “How’s seeing the sights in Harlem?” he scratched his head, “Nicest place I could find that was close to the college that wasn’t a billion dollars.” he shrugged.