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Mar. 26th, 2030 01:19 pm
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From: [personal profile] hibana_incursa

Wow. Two minutes into our getting to know each other, and you’re already being bossy.

[ She’s teasing. The smirk on her face says as much, as does the tone. It’s also her deflecting. She wants to insist she feels fine, and that it’s nice of him to worry but she’s got this, but...

No. She barely has anything right now and honestly, brushing her teeth and running her fingers through her hair? That actually took a lot more out of her than she’d care to think about.

So she makes her way to the hospital bed and sits down with a hiss. Everything hurts. Everything. Even the bright blue scars on her right shoulder and neck, showing where one of the Unseen scratched the shit out of her. There’s a moment where she goes to say something, but her bag moves and there’s a very audible meow from it. To which Gwen looks surprised ]

Oh, my God.

[ Shes going to reach for the bag and take it carefully, looking up at Hawk in alarm and amusement. ]

I think my cat snuck a ride. Shut the door.

[ Shes going to wait for the door to be shut before she opens the bag and... ]

Miles, you little jerk.

[ Lovingly said, followed by a snort and a sputter as a cat just barely out of the kitchen stage hops into Gwens face trying to sniff as much of her as he can. ]

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From: [personal profile] hibana_incursa

[ God, this guy is cute when he rambles. She tries not to think about that too much and instead focuses on the cat that’s curled up on her lap, purring loudly. ]

That’s Miles Morales. This little jerk is Miles Purrales. I named him before my friend showed up in this universe.

[ Reaching for the bag again, she pulls out the Switch. ]

Alright, Hawk. Since you were amazing enough to bring a complete stranger her school bag, and surprise feline guest, you get to pick what we play.

I have Captain Toad: Treasure Tracker, Death Squared and Mario Party 8.

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From: [personal profile] hibana_incursa
[ Gwen looks from the drumsticks to Hawk and smiles a bit more. It's definitely a softer smile, that's for certain, and she looks pretty surprised. She twirls one of the drumsticks between her fingers for a moment before moving over on the bed and setting the game up on the tray. ]

Thank you.

[ Okay, not fair. She likes this guy already and it's his fault entirely. ]

I suck at this game, so don't make fun of me too much. It's bad karma to make fun of someone while they're in the hospital, anyway.
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From: [personal profile] hibana_incursa
Gimme a minute. Doing anything isn't so easy right now.

[ The last time Gwen felt this bad, she'd been in the process of gaining her spider-abilities. Man, she really hopes she's not going to have Unseen abilities, too. She's sure that's not what's happening, but the idea does suck.

She's moved over in a few seconds, though, tucking one leg under the other and grinning as the game starts up. Miles Purrales hops off of her lap and curls up at her feet, tail twitching slightly.
]

Okay, so...tell me about you. Where are you from?
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From: [personal profile] hibana_incursa

The last time I watched Dr Who, I was rewatching the first Weeping Angels episode. I have not been able to look at stone statues the same way since.

[ Guess what, Hawk? You’re sitting next to a nerd. Hope that’s okay. ]

That’s cool about karate. My dad and I used to watch old Bruce Lee films and is copy what I saw, so he signed me up for karate lessons when I was...five? I think. Five or six.

[ She smiles a bit, sort of missing her dad for a moment. So she focuses on the game, barely surviving the wild game they picked. But this was nice. Really nice. Hawk was pretty cool. Gwen could get used to hanging out with him. There’s a mew from the cat and Gwen looks over, sighing some when she sees the bright blue ribbon of her ballet shoes in the cats mouth. ]

Miles, stop eating my ballet shoes.

[ And a moment later, said super casually: ]

Would those guys after you be Derek and his band of morons? Because they’re not fond of me either.

Edited Date: 2021-04-10 12:31 pm (UTC)

Date: 2021-04-14 11:50 am (UTC)
hibana_incursa: (hospital - listening)
From: [personal profile] hibana_incursa
It's one of my favorites.

[ Gwen can only accept having her ass kicked in this game for so long. Thankfully, she's tired and kind of hurts all over so that limit hasn't been reached yet.

She pauses the game when he pulls out his phone, leaning some to see what he's talking about. Her shoulder brushes his for a second. As she watches, her face goes from relaxed and happy, to...

Well, someone's in some serious trouble. She watches the video again with laser focus and even reaches up to restart it, pausing it mid-fight to study the faces on the screen. There's an irritated sigh from her and she nods.
]

Yyyyyep. That's Derek and Zach and their friends. They're the school bullies. We're not friends.

[ Not even a little bit. Pointing out Zach, she adds: ]

I got detention a few months ago for stopping him from picking on one of the younger kids at school who always wears a Pikachu hoodie.

[ And to use the same Hamilton quote she used when she told her coworkers this, the smirk on her face not the least bit sheepish nor remorseful; ]

I may have punched him. It's a blur.

[ And she'd goddamn do it again in a heartbeat. Zach, who clearly outweighs Gwen and could easily tower over her, once got a tiny blonde girl in his face and a black eye from the ballet dancer sitting beside Hawk and said ballet dancer wouldn't even hesitate if the chance came up again. ]

But, hey...that's my statue they were going after. And you're clearly one of the coolest people in town because you kept me safe even if you didn't know me then. So thank you. I really appreciate it.

Date: 2021-04-19 02:44 pm (UTC)
hibana_incursa: (can't like it)
From: [personal profile] hibana_incursa
[ To be fair, hospital beds are usually made for just one person. She's not trying to press against him, but the bed only allows for so much space. She looks at Hawk when he says he has a problem with bullies, a small frown appearing on her face for a second. ]

I'm sorry to hear that. If these guys give you any more trouble, please let me know. It's the least I can do considering what you just showed me in that video.

Date: 2021-04-19 02:57 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] hibana_incursa
Okay.

[ He seemed pretty confident in his own abilities, and Gwen could easily admit that watching that video showed he knew what he was doing. And Ghost Spider already knew from personal experience that Derek and Co aren't shit.

That didn't meat Ghost Spider wasn't gonna keep an eye on things.
]

So who's your favorite Doctor?

Date: 2021-05-07 09:51 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] hibana_incursa

Okay. That’s a fair choice. And it really doesn’t matter which Doctor you like. Personally, I think basing how big a fan you are of something on your choices is kind of silly. If you say you’re a fan, cool.

[ She pauses the game for a moment and flexes her hands a bit, frowning. ] Do you mind if we give the video game a break? My hands are hurting. Side effect from...all that.

[ Meaning the ice statue stuff. ]

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