[ gwen, in an attempt to figure out if she's actually all that drunk or not, has decided that now is the time to go into the fridge and figure out what she put in there that didn't actually belong in there. and luckily for everybody involved, she's still kind of buzzed, sure, but it's like looking at the fridge in a totally different way from before. there's some clarity there. thank god. also having her head in the cold fridge is helping her focus. jeeze.
so if her eyes and her brain are caught up to speed, why did her fingers have to go and type that? she hears the front door open and she takes a split second to appreciate peter saying i'm home like he does because that's nice it's a great thing that he does that he probably doesn't even realize is great, but yes. right. ]
M'in here. [ not that she's staying there, because she says it as she's walking towards the hallway, leaning to rest her head on the empty door frame that leads from the hallway into the kitchen.
her cheeks are red, aren't they? she can feel it now, but only right now, now that she's looking at him. cool. very cool. ] Hi.
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so if her eyes and her brain are caught up to speed, why did her fingers have to go and type that? she hears the front door open and she takes a split second to appreciate peter saying i'm home like he does because that's nice it's a great thing that he does that he probably doesn't even realize is great, but yes. right. ]
M'in here. [ not that she's staying there, because she says it as she's walking towards the hallway, leaning to rest her head on the empty door frame that leads from the hallway into the kitchen.
her cheeks are red, aren't they? she can feel it now, but only right now, now that she's looking at him. cool. very cool. ] Hi.