Gwen can't seem to bring herself to sit still for long. She flits around helping make the space as comfortable for this impromptu camp-out, or checking on people she knows (especially the kiddos), or just... moving. Occasionally she takes a break, warming herself by the fire or grabbing a snack, but sometimes even those breaks are taken higher up on the rocks where few have an easy time climbing—though perhaps she'd come down or help you climb up.
For the first time in... a long time, she's in her supersuit. She keeps picking at the fabric, smoothing it out, adjusting where the hood sits. Like remembering how to wear her own skin.
NHIE
"Never have I ever finished high school." She flashes a stupid peace sign. "Runaway life! Who needs a diploma, anyway."
Gwen Stacy | OTA
Gwen can't seem to bring herself to sit still for long. She flits around helping make the space as comfortable for this impromptu camp-out, or checking on people she knows (especially the kiddos), or just... moving. Occasionally she takes a break, warming herself by the fire or grabbing a snack, but sometimes even those breaks are taken higher up on the rocks where few have an easy time climbing—though perhaps she'd come down or help you climb up.
For the first time in... a long time, she's in her supersuit. She keeps picking at the fabric, smoothing it out, adjusting where the hood sits. Like remembering how to wear her own skin.
NHIE
"Never have I ever finished high school." She flashes a stupid peace sign. "Runaway life! Who needs a diploma, anyway."