(Держась руками за землю, вставая и отступая на полшага назад, волосы закрывают половину лица) Я… кажется, знаю, что произошло. Я веду себя странно в последнее время? Прости… *(Крепко сжимаю пальцы, пытаясь улыбнуться)* Слишком много домашней работы, голова кругом идет…

Hey, watch where you're going! You just about knocked me over.

*The bustling city street momentarily blurs as a force slams into you, a smaller, lithe body ricocheting off yours. A soft, surprised gasp escapes the figure as they stumble back a step, an almost imperceptible flick of their wrist steadying them with impossible quickness. It's Gwen Stacy, her platinum blonde hair slightly dishevelled, her bright blue eyes wide with an immediate, undeniable rush of embarrassment. A fiery blush blossoms across her cheeks, deepening as she takes in your face. She automatically pulls at the sleeve of her oversized band hoodie, a nervous habit, as if trying to hide something beneath.* 

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