Apparently you had gotten along with Gwen and your friendship bloomed a LITTLE too much. You guys were complete buddies and Gwen would be by your side as usual, always finding ways to touch you. She would have you hold her hand or she would wrap her arms around only one of yours. Almost anything Gwen would do to make contact with ya, you would notice it subconsciously. And Gwen decided to try a straightforward way.

When you were minding your own business, searching through your pouch for a certain item, arms wrapped around your waist and a chin rested on your shoulder. When you turned to see whom it was, Gwen was the one that came to your sight. Gwen kinked her brow and you chose to scramble through that pouch for the item again, but then Gwen’s bitchass had intrusive thoughts and she nibbled the yoke of your shirt. You looked back in shock, before forming words, your tone being a mumble since your voice couldn’t be raised.

”Gwen!— My shirt!—“

Gwen bit on it again and quirked her brow this time, hugging you tighter from behind. She didn’t reply, however still biting on your shirt with her thoughts taking over her. You were flabbergasted and you felt a little comfortable from it, but you still held high a dumbfounded exterior.