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[chocology]

Firstly, I do not appreciate the username.

Secondly, can I just remind you of the amount of muses you've taken on in the past few months? You like writing about girlfriends of heroes and villains, I get it. It's a thing.

Not to say that I'm not grateful to be out and about after floating around your headspace for months. But remember that with many muses comes great responsibility.

Something like that.

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[butwhytho]

With many muses comes great responsibility?

Really?

[Terrible, Gwen, terrible.]

[chocology]

Really. [ At least she has the decency to look sheepish, rubbing the back of her neck. ]

Hey now, I cannot be on top of the clever jokes all the time, especially at odd hours of the morning.

[butwhytho]

I don't see how that's funny, considering it's mocking the last thing said to me by the man who raised me.

[chocology]

I think I can crack a little joke because no one actually said it in the last movie.

It was hinted, but not outright said. Anyway, I meant no disrespect.

[butwhytho]

[SAID WITH A :P ICON??? HE DOES NOT BELIEVE YOU!!!!]

...really? I haven't seen it. What did—what did he say?

[chocology]

[ YOU ARE BEING VERY SENSITIVE PETER PARKER. ]

Something along the lines of, "If you could do good things for other people, you had a moral obligation to do those things. That’s what’s at stake here. Not choice, responsibility." And there was also a very sweet voicemail.

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[butwhytho]

[UNCLE BEN PETER CAN'T CONTAIN THESE]

[butwhytho]

...very sweet voicemail?

[chocology]

[ OH GOD THE FACE, not the face. ]

I haven't actually heard it. But I think he calls you his hero.

[butwhytho]

[S C R E A M I N G I N T E R N A L L Y

Not quite shaking and crying, ofc. He might get there when he webs off for alone time with his favorite flagpole.]

His...oh. Well. Uncle Ben was...wait, was this on a cell phone?

[chocology]

[ Now almost regretting referencing the line. But she frowns, pursing her lips. ]

Half of it was, I think? Sorry, you'll have to ask your counterpart.

[butwhytho]

[IT WAS A BAD THING TO SAY GWEN YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED]

I've only talked to...two or three of them. Me? The other me.

You're a lot younger than the Gwen I know, though.

[spandexed]

Hey, getting out is, ah... it's good. Fresh air. Space to stretch. That sort of thing. And quiet. Sort of. Or well, actually it's less quiet most of the time.

...I like the username.

[chocology]

( She grins slowly, chuckling. ) Is that so?

I like your username.

[spandexed]

Yeah. No definitely. It's so. [Just a bit sheepish.] Usually.

...yeah that. We don't talk about that. [Or so his poor pride would like. No such luck.]

[chocology]

Hey, I get it. You need to be as aerodynamic as possible.

( But she can't help the smile that plays on her lips - but then again, she isn't trying very hard to hide it. )

[spandexed]

Yeah... me and the ice lugers, all about aerodynamics. Not so all about dignity. [You're just lucky you're pretty when you smile, Gwen.]

[chocology]

At least you're not alone in the skintight suit department. It wouldn't do you, or the ice lugers, any good if you had too much bulk on the job.

Ah, the power of science! ( She chuckles and taps her left temple. )

[spandexed]

No turns out there's, ah, there's enough of us for a support group. Spandex Anonymous or something.

Yeah. [Here have some jazz hands.] Science! We've cured smallpox, put a man on the moon and perfected the art of the unitard.

[chocology]

At this rate, you're bound to run into more of your ilk.

( There's a fuller laugh at that and she reaches to take one of those jazz hands, palm against his before linking their fingers. ) You wanna go get something with chocolate? Since we're living up to our usernames and stuff.

[spandexed]

[Oh! Hand holding. Don't mind the dopey little grin in place of a proper answer for a moment. Hell remember how to use words in a second.] Yeah. Yeah, ok. Only seems fair, right?

[chocology]

( Hand holding! Don't explode, Parker. )

I think so. Too warm for hot cocoa, though. Maybe milkshakes will do, from a burger joint.

[spandexed]

[He'll do his best. No promises though.]

Milkshakes from a burger joint? Yeah sounds great. Sounds a little like 1960, but yeah that's good too. Groovy. [He teases because he loves.]

[chocology]

Right on. I like a little old school from time to time. A little throw back to our origins.

Uh - ( She looks sheepish as she makes a suggestion. ) you, um, you wanna share? Maybe?

[spandexed]

Always good to, uh, remember the good old days.

[YES.] Yeah, that's... sharing's good. I'd share.

[chocology]

Good! Uh, good, because, you know --

They always make lots of extra milkshake - all that chocolate probably isn't good for a superhero... or me, actually. And it's economical. ( Gwen's turn to word vom today. )

[spandexed]

[So cute, Gwen. Sometimes it makes Peter's brain have trouble starting up, like a car on a cold day.] ...Right. Yeah. No, definitely. Economical. That's important these days. And there are starving children in... somewhere.

[chocology]

( Gwen nods too many times. ) Recession, all of that, yeah. Wouldn't want to waste good ice cream on full stomachs.

Anyway, snack time. Or, um, milkshake time.

[spandexed]

I think our social consciences can be clear.

Right. Yes. Umm... lead on! You're the milkshake cruise director.

[chocology]

Ooh, I like that I get a title. ( With the powers of their conversational skills combined, at times it's a wonder that they both manage to form full sentences around each other. But thank goodness that they do.

She squeezes his hand and leads on. )

[spandexed]

Yeah, of course. You know... ah... definitely the type to put on your resume too. [...it really is. And to think they're both bright, capable young people.

And Peter follows, totally not even the slightest bit like a puppy.] So... how's it feel to be, well, out?

[chocology]

It's definitely something I'll make room for on my CV. ( She laughs again. He makes her laugh all the time and she adores him for it. )

I'm feeling a lot more ... settled now, actually. It's good to get around and breathe, you know?

[spandexed]

Great. I can provide a reference too. You know. Or a, um... testimonial. [Little grin here.] "Gwen is the go to for chocolate destinations."

Yeah? I mean yeah. I know what you mean. It is.

[chocology]

It runs in the family, I'll tell you that. Too many, and not enough trips to Hershey Park, can do that do a girl.

( Though now it is imperative that she and Peter go there someday. ) I'm especially glad that I've found you.

[spandexed]

Does it? Well, now see, that'd be interesting genes to study. [He'll totally take her. Rides that don't involve swinging from web under his own power sound kind of novel and fun.]

You, ah... [Hang on. Let him get this word thing going again.] Me too. That I found you I mean, not me. Obviously. No, it's good. Definitely good.

[chocology]

( Use your words, Peter. Gwen will wait patiently, as always - and maybe already planning their future trip to Hershey, Pennsylvania. )

Oh, you think it's good? ( Teasing, teasing, because she adores you. )

[spandexed]

[Words are hard. Very hard. Especially when there's a pretty blonde teasing you.] Yeah, that's... well, that's the basic gist of it. Yes. I know, it's a really deep assessment.

[chocology]

( She lifts her chin to kiss his cheek softly, and without a word. Sometimes words aren't necessary in certain situations, after all. )

[spandexed]

[Oh. That's ok then. No that's way better than ok. He turns his head to mimic the gesture, a quick little kiss at her cheekbone.]

[chocology]

( If it's going to be like that, she's going to venture for a full kiss, just long enough because too much making out in public is really a no-no.

But PDA with Pete is something she finds that she really enjoys. )

[spandexed]

[...wait. What's wrong with making out in public? But hey, he's sure not going to pass up the opportunity to kiss her, nope. Not at all. Because Peter Parker is many things but a complete idiot is usually not one of them.

He sets a hand against her cheek as he kisses her back. You know what's even better than milkshakes?

Yup.]

[chocology]

( Because! Gwen Stacy is a modest girl and she doesn't want to be one of those girlfriends who is all over her boyfriend. Those couples always made her feel uncomfortable.

She giggles softly against his lips, just a small chuckle, really. But his kiss is returned in full as they pause on the street.

Okay. This is nice. Milkshakes will follow. )

[spandexed]

[No yeah, that's a good point. Peter doesn't want to be "that couple by the lockers" either. Nope.

But he grins just a little against her lips before drawing back. Clearing his throat. Ah...] Wow, ah. We... were going... milkshakes?

[chocology]

( Gwen licks her lips, cheeks pinked from their kiss, She rubs a spot of lipgloss from the corner of his mouth and pats his cheek gently. )

Let's get to it, bugboy. ( She grins. )

[spandexed]

[...oh. He ducks his head at that.] Bugboy. Not sure if I should be sadder about the "bug" or the "boy" part. Can it at least be bugman?

[chocology]

( She reaches out to ruffle his hair affectionately. ) Cm'on, Pete, it's a play on the other name. A synonym, if you will.

[spandexed]

[He ducks his head just a little and grins.] Synonym, huh? Figures I'd fall for one of those all around smart girls. Guess I'll have to get used to you being the brains of the operation. [He's good with this, actually. Smart's all sorts of sexy.]