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[riseabxve]

Talk about your awkward moments. He had just been walking around when he literally ran straight into Gwen Stacy. Good. That's the way life should be. "--oh my god, Gwen, are you o-okay?"

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He’s rubbing at the bridge of his nose, hunched over and elbows perched on his knees. Oh he’s taken too many tonight, and he can barely see straight. Harry doesn’t know if he’s on the brink of yawning or gagging, so he keeps his mouth tight. His shirt’s hanging too loosely around his frame, and he’s not even paying it any attention. Drunkard’s usually didn’t car eabout the miniscule details at this point. Then he feels it, that strange feeling of a gentle finger right at a delicate area at the back of his neck, and he shoots straight up. Oh too fast. The walls are closing in, the floor is upside down—- and he peers at Gwen, trying to smile, but he feels like absolute shit.. "Oh that? It was nothing. Mischief of a child, and that’s what I deserve, I guess. It’s not too bad. Doesn’t hurt my vanity," Harry jokes with an absurd grin. "It’s hidden for the most part. Didn’t hurt…" He lies easily through his teeth.

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♒ { is this a good way of saying hello? lol }

8. What happened to your face?

He doesn’t know her, per say, but one or two coincidental meetings has him curious, and Harry isn’t one to leave questions hanging without closure. Observing from afar didn’t do him any justice, considering Gwen wasn’t going to answer any of his wonders through a security camera.He strode up to where the intern sat, and stared at her with an expected glance. When nothing’s said between them other than an exchange of bright greens against blues, Harry finally opened his mouth.                          ”And what sort of trouble did you get yourself into last night, Gwen Stacy?” 

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         quickly, he stuffs the half eaten mini-tub of ice cream away. into a drawer. without closing it.

               "What do you want?" see, he's pretending to be working instead of taking a break to enjoy something a not so CEO-ish.

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'SPIT IT OUT!'

"We’re breaking up."