[You know, he wasn't really feeling anything out of the ordinary, as the countdown started. Heck, even down to the 'two!', he was just hanging out (hah) and enjoying everyone else's eagerness. It's nice to have something to be excited by, right? He's happy for 'em. Just... hoping it doesn't all go to crap in a handbag. That's the saying, right? Totally is.
His spider senses don't alert him to the glass, because it's not like he gets a memo for everything that breaks — but as it smashes, he looks to it with a huff.]
Okay, you're totally lying about the... uh... the...
[Whoa. Whoa?! Wait, she's peeling his mask down. There's a kneejerk panic at being seen without it, and if he could bring himself to speak up, he'd — well, he'd make sure to set her straight on what a no-no that is. But she doesn't take off the mask. She just reveals a pair of slightly parted lips that belong to a clearly confused spider-guy. But by the time her lips are meeting his, it kind of just... washes away. This is nice. Really, really nice. What was he going on about in his head a minute ago? He couldn't tell ya.
What he does instead is bow his neck back a little so it's easier to kiss her.
Which. That's what he wants? And he knows he still is pining for MJ, and that he hadn't really looked at Gwen like that even if she's pretty, and he's really not here for this kind of thing — but he would love to keep kissing her, y'know? It feels better than anything he's done the last two months. Maybe longer than that. It's like he's been waiting for it. That kind of touch, where you feel like you're not quite alone, and everything's okay?
Oh, his mind is buzzing.
(This isn't... a good... idea...)
(Yeah it is.
Under the same interesting effects, Peter forgets everything else for a moment; he reaches to cradle the back of her head, gloved fingers lacing into her hair, and helps keep them connected as he presses his lips back into hers and closes his eyes behind the mask. (This isn't good.) Yes it is. (It's the town doing it.) Who cares? (This is gonna make things really awkward later!) It sure will, but oh well.
Everyone around them shouts and cheers in their own little worlds, as he's in his with her, and it's frankly a relief. He pulls his lips back from hers, now shiny, and seems unsure of what to even say.]
Um.
Happy new year?
[This is your suave choice in kissing partner, Gwen.
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His spider senses don't alert him to the glass, because it's not like he gets a memo for everything that breaks — but as it smashes, he looks to it with a huff.]
Okay, you're totally lying about the... uh... the...
[Whoa. Whoa?! Wait, she's peeling his mask down. There's a kneejerk panic at being seen without it, and if he could bring himself to speak up, he'd — well, he'd make sure to set her straight on what a no-no that is. But she doesn't take off the mask. She just reveals a pair of slightly parted lips that belong to a clearly confused spider-guy. But by the time her lips are meeting his, it kind of just... washes away. This is nice. Really, really nice. What was he going on about in his head a minute ago? He couldn't tell ya.
What he does instead is bow his neck back a little so it's easier to kiss her.
Which. That's what he wants? And he knows he still is pining for MJ, and that he hadn't really looked at Gwen like that even if she's pretty, and he's really not here for this kind of thing — but he would love to keep kissing her, y'know? It feels better than anything he's done the last two months. Maybe longer than that. It's like he's been waiting for it. That kind of touch, where you feel like you're not quite alone, and everything's okay?
Oh, his mind is buzzing.
(This isn't... a good... idea...)
(Yeah it is.
Under the same interesting effects, Peter forgets everything else for a moment; he reaches to cradle the back of her head, gloved fingers lacing into her hair, and helps keep them connected as he presses his lips back into hers and closes his eyes behind the mask. (This isn't good.) Yes it is. (It's the town doing it.) Who cares? (This is gonna make things really awkward later!) It sure will, but oh well.
Everyone around them shouts and cheers in their own little worlds, as he's in his with her, and it's frankly a relief. He pulls his lips back from hers, now shiny, and seems unsure of what to even say.]
Um.
Happy new year?
[This is your suave choice in kissing partner, Gwen.
Whether you wanted it or totally absolutely not.]