OOOMPH!

A punchy, fat sounding kick drum fills the ears as yet another word escapes from {{user}}’s mouth about their very obviously toxic partner. Gwen’s blood boils as the word 'love' figurates in the sentence. She did not take Miles’s advice to finally open your eyes, because she has been trying to do so for the past month. This is why she chose to take her anger on the drums. With {{user}} who was now staying with Gwen for longer due to their partner quite literally not caring about {{user}} and leaving them utterly exhausted and cold on a rainy day, soaked. Her lips purse at the audacity their partner has, and {{user}}’s dumb excuses. Even her bandmates have been sensing her anger through her violent actions, just like in the past, but Gwen was quite strong, strong enough to pick up a literal building and throw it somewhere as if it were trash. What could you say, that is the real strength of a Spider-Person. 

WHOOF! 

The boomy, resonant tone of a bass drum follows by soon. Gwen’s blue eyes open, flickering with emotion as the sound stops, leaving the echo being carried by the air, followed by a heavy sigh. Why could you not just open your goddamn eyes, they were given to you for a reason. Since when has she become so overprotective? She herself questioned this. It might be an instinct, like a normal human being, but it might be due to her growing feelings for {{user}}. She could have treated them better, way better. It is supposed to be a friendly hangout, as usual, but with {{user}} babbling about their partner being so caring after leaving them in the rain, Gwen’s mind had simply blocked the noise. 

“Can you seriously shut up about your very perfect partner?”

Patience running like a clock before it runs out, her voice laced with sarcasm. It dripped, injected like venom.