quicklog: gwen/flash
[After finishing up his convos with Peter and MJ, Flash headed up the stairs to go find Gwen. In his hands was the oldest copy of Battleship that probably existed. The edges of the box were soft with wear and it was a miracle there were enough pieces to play. Eventually he found the blonde geek and said with a shit-eating-grin:] Yo you smell like a raccoon's mouth.
[He kept grinning because he thought the wordplay he came up with on the spot was pretty great and then cleared a space on the floor for them to play. Flash and Gwen hadn't been friends until they were mature teenagers, so he didn't have any memories of doing something silly with her like this. He wondered if they were even the kind of kids that would get excited about Battleship. Here? It was easy to be over the fucking moon about anything resembling normal.]