R(oger) (deadiseasy) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-12-03 19:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gwen stacy (ghost spider), r |
Who: Gwen Stacy and R(oger).
When: Mid November.
Where: R’s place.
What: Checking In.
Rating/Warning: Low.
Status: Complete.
Gwen was a little nervous about Roger. She hadn’t seen him since before Halloween, and she’d been so busy… things slipped through her fingers. But she wanted to make sure that he was okay, so she headed to his place and knocked on the door. She’d brought some turkey sandwiches and a big bag of chips, and a couple of 20oz Pepsi’s for lunch. Or dinner. Whatever it was. She wanted to make sure that he was eating, even if it was junk food. ...and not brains.
Being a zombie was exhausting. All he did was shuffle from place to place, watch a lot of TV or Netflix, and eat. Normal food. Still no craving for flesh or brains, but he was finding that he enjoyed steaks on the rarer side. When the door knocked, he didn’t even need to process who it might be. Only one person came to visit him anymore, so he made his way over to the door to let her in.
“H-Hi.”
“Hi.” Gwen said, holding up the bag of food she’d brought for the two of them. “I brought dinner. Are you hungry? You don’t want to eat my brains or anything, do you?” She asked, only half kidding. “Because if you’re not thinking about munching on my brains, then… maybe we can have dinner together?”
Roger cracked a smile. He was a bit sad he couldn’t think of a joke about eating brains, but maybe in a bit he’d finally have one that he could share. If he remembered. Shuffling away from the door to let her in, he nodded.
“Sounds … Good.”
“Okay.” Gwen gave him a smile, then stepped through the doorway. “It’s a wonder that you keep this place so clean,” she added, moving in and to the table to set things down. “If it was me, the whole place would be gone to hell by now.”
He shrugged. “I … Have time.” Lots of it, actually. Which was good, because it took him forever to do things. “How. Are you you?”
“I’m good.” Gwen said, turning around to face him. She pulled the sleeves of her sweater up to her elbows as she watched him. “How are you feeling? I worry about you, Roger.”
“Feel fine,” he told her. Because he did. He didn’t feel sick or tired or anything. He was just slow going and his brain couldn’t keep up as easily anymore. “Don’t … Worry. Everything is good.”
Gwen gave a little sigh, breaking into a smirk. “Oh, honestly. Think you’d have realised by now… you’re not that slow. I’m always going to worry about you.” She was debating hugging him again, but… well.
Roger ducked his head to hide the sort of grin that came to his face. Part of it was that he was a bit shy, the other part was that he figured it might be a sort of ghastly sight. “I’ll remember that.”
“Good. Now, let’s go watch a movie or something, while we eat our food.” She offered, then grabbed the food and drink to go settle on the sofa. “Whatever you want. Zombie’s choice.” She added, referring to the movie choice for the evening.
He popped open Netflix with pretty good efficiency (apparently his muscle memory still managed to kick in sometimes) and picked the movie. He didn’t need to adjust his tv settings or anything, since it was all already hooked up from his never-ending watching spree, so Roger just plunked down into a chair, then unwrapped his sandwich.
Gwen settled in to start on her own meal. It was very strange to be such good friends with a zombie. It made her brain hurt a little bit. The idea that zombies can exist? Talk about breaking preconceived notions of reality. Gwen was a scientist, too, and she couldn’t deny that a couple of times she’d wanted to take tissue samples back to Stark to put under a microscope. Still, those strange urges aside, she was happy just to spend time with Roger and try and keep him sane.
Besides, it was a great excuse to lounge around and watch Netflix.