Re: quicklog: jason t/gwen s
[She kept smiling when he chastised her. In fact, her smile became more substantial. For all of her belief in fate and her ultimate demise, she was naturally competitive, naturally unwilling to give up, and the webslinging gave that back to her for a few seconds. Even with the lingering phobia of heights, the adrenaline that came from the new strength in her narrow arms was empowering, and the red that suffused her cheeks, as she dropped from her crouch to sit on the bannister beside him, was a healthy thing. For those few seconds, fate didn't exist, and maybe it explained why she went out and faced her fear of falls every single night; the payoff was worth it.] I think you held up okay, James Dean. Anyway, I was super reluctant to learn how to do stuff, because of my fear of heights. But I've been practicing since the big snow storm we had. I still haven't done much more than sling, and I don't like sling over traffic or anything yet, but I've stopped a bunch of muggers.
[He criticized her catchphrase, and she nudged his shoulder with her own, leaning forward on the bannister to do so.] Yeah? You can do better? What's your catchphrase?
[She didn't think he had one, and her brightening smile said she perceived victory in 3... 2... 1...]