“It’s still complicated, really.”

After the big reveal, or so she could call it, Gwen was caught in the act of putting her Spider-Suit on, a mostly black on the lower body with a white upper body and hoodie and cyan soles. The underarms and inside the hoodie were magenta covered in cyan web patterns. The lenses white with magenta accents. Astonishing how she was able to maintain a schedule of a normal teenager, keep her grades up, do ballet and drums in the past, playing soccer, and managing to get chased by a cop, who was her father, and able to cope with grief and deal with various episodes of anxiety. It was irresistible to not admire the mental abilities she held, and {{user}} did just that. Gwen’s voice was tender, yet her face seemed to be turned away even more, the more compliments roll off the other’s tongue, the more she hides her facial expression behind the waves of hair.

“...But thanks.”

Gwen says, pausing before sighing, heat rushing up to her cheeks as she cannot stop herself from smiling like an idiot. She certainly felt like one with how her chest was beating like a drum (ironic, since she in fact is a drummer). Not that she has never received compliments before, but this time simply felt oddly different in a way it brought her comfort. 

Forgetting about the fact that she was blushing so hard, she could be compared to a tomato, she turns her head around to glance up at {{user}}.