Owner	Pose
Brad Sawyer	The soundproofing on Gwendolyn's room means that it isn't as easy for some to get attention to the door. However... Brad is a cheater. And as he grows more comfortable with his friends, more willing to take little playful risks with them. The first warning is a little text message. That's a new thing for Brad, now that he can sometimes see that he has them at all. He still uses voice to text for it, but he's actually starting to check for them. So the first volley is 'I'm coming by, ok!' It is then followed by Brad's presence outside the door: and then the nearest lightweight object (a shoe, or something) is levitated to try to poke at Gwen inside. Knock? Nah, he'll be a telekinetic pest! Outside her door he's actually fully visible, in his usual hoodie and jeans, his glasses on, with a little parcel in hand. It's festively wrapped, about 5 inches large.
Gwendolyn	Christmas at the X-mansion has come. With gifts and food aplenty, Gwendolyn has retreated to her room to relax and recuperate after a long morning of being social. Sure, she's getting better about being with people, but still, it's a lot of people giving and talking and all of that stuff. Can make a girl a little frazzled, if she's not ready for it. Brad's text message has her scurrying, getting things straight in her room, up to and including the little tree that she managed to comandeer from somewhere. Topped with tinsel and a little star made out of paper with a string of twinkling lights, it's a plain Christmas tree, but for her, being the first christmas tree she's had that she got herself, it's something to be proud of. Gwendolyn's shoe floats over and nudges her in the small of her back and, with a giggle, she swats it away, flouncing to the door and opening it, standing behind and out of the light, since she went without her goggles. Inside, the lights are on, but low, letting her go without her goggles. "You do realize you kicked me in the butt with that shoe, right?" She teases as she motions Brad to come in.
Brad Sawyer	"Did not," Brad retorts playfully, upbeat. He's often very pleasant and emotionally positive while he's visible and able to see. There's a slightly 'desperate' relief tone to how he's behaving, but by and large it's very positive, and he radiates being a lot happier. "I got you right about--- here?" Brad guesses, coming inside and moving to aim a finger to poke towards her mid-back. If she twists away, though, he won't chase her or push about it. "Here. Is a thing." Brad steps in, sending the door to close with a little telekinetic flux that makes things rattle just a hair, and then extends the wrapped item kind of abruptly. There indeed, is a wrapped thing. He blushes, looking at her, an unsure little hope in his focused gaze. "It is not a lot. I am not good at gifts. Really."
Gwendolyn	The door is closed behind him once he's inside, the nose of the world outside fading to nothingness. Gwendolyn does dance away a little at the poke, but not after he gets a nice hand on her lower back. He does poke her about mid-back, exactly where the shoe got her, though, so there's that. He's good at that Telekinesis thing! "Yeah, well, you did. You could have knocked, you know. A shoe?" She playfully blows out a breath, giving him a smile and a playful poke to his chest. "You're a pest sometimes you know?" And then a gift is thrust forward. Gwendolyn pauses, looking from him to the gift and then back up, blushing a little. Yes, he might even be able to see it in the dim light of her room, but it definitely is there. "I wasn't expecting you to get me anything, Brad...I mean..." She takes a step back towards her christmas tree, pulling out a small bag of her own. Holding it in two hands, she steps over and presses it towards him, taking the gift he's offered her. "This is for you." There. A proper gift exchange. The box is given a tentative shake and then, carefully, it's opened.
Brad Sawyer	Brad brightens at the parcel, but he doesn't tell her she shouldn't have gotten him anything. He wasn't sure if she //would//, but he also isn't going to say no. In some ways Brad has a mild entitlement, but it rarely surfaces. In this case, it's there, in that he gladly accepts the bag and hugs it one-armed, grinning at her and not fighting the gift in the slightest. "Okay, yours firsttttt," he insists, though. The paper is not well wrapped, it pretty much falls away: but the boy did it himself, and that's something. Inside is a little creature, a stuffed animal. It is red and black and plushy-soft. Drawing it out will show that it is a very charming, extremely soft ladybug. "I don't know. I liked it," Brad says lamely. "The feel," he clarifies, extending a hand out towards the item, with two fingers to stroke one of the red sections of the critter. "And I can use her to nudge you when I come over, instead of a shoe," Brad says, voice lowering a little, afraid she won't like it.
Gwendolyn	Perching on the edge of her bed, Gwendolyn rests her bare heels on the rail and quickly, but carefully unwraps the gift, pulling the little ladybug out of its paper prison and letting it rest on her palm. About the size of a baseball that's been squashed and about the same weight, it looks remarkably cute. She takes a fingertip to stroke over the red wings, feeling the change of texture between it and the black face, looking up at Brad after a second, hopping down and /flying' over to give him a big hug. Using her wings as propulsion, even, so she bonks him pretty well. A bit enthusiastic, but still.... "I love it." She leans back, letting the little ladybug perch on her head, resting on her antenna kind of out of the way. "I'll put it by my goggles by the door and, if you ever want to give me a visit..." She reaches up, takes the little ladybug, and bonks him playfully on the forehead, avoiding his glasses. "Just give me a nudge."
Brad Sawyer	"Yay," Brad says, relieved and charmed, grinning as she bounces over to wrap him in the big hug, hugging her in return, with a brief tuck of head against her neck. It's very very brief: a subtle little move from a boy that's seeking physical contact, and doesn't last. It's there and gone, as she's playing with the ladybug and he's along to play that game! Brad wrinkles his nose at her, moving the glasses up with the movement as she bonks him. He's tempted to steal the ladybug, but he leaves it in her possession fully. "I will. Right in the forehead? Got it," Brad declares, with an assured, firm nod. Forehead bonks it is. That will happen. "I can't make her dance or anything, but I can forehead nudge." Brad gestures to the bag, "Should I open mine now?"
Gwendolyn	"Just miss the antenna." Gwendolyn warns, turning to place the ladybug in a place of honor next to her visor, where she'll see it just about every time she comes in or out of her room. A reminder that Brad gave her a present - the first one she's gotten since being here that wasn't a gift card or something. "Yes, yes. Open yours." Gwendolyn prompts. His package is wrapped neatly in contrasting red and gold wrapping paper that might be more at home on the wall of a Chinese restaurant, but the texture of the paper and the vivid colors meant that Gwendolyn probably spent a lot of time finding something that felt something other than smooth. Inside the package is a shoebox, but it's not heavy enough to be shoes, but inside /that/ is a neatly folded scarf in black and white, each color a different texture. When it's taken out, though, halfway down the scarf changes from black and white to a rainbow of colors. There's almost certainly a story behind that. As Brad opens his, Gwen returns to her spot on the edge of her bed, perched there, watching with those blue eyes of hers as he opens the package, waiting in anticipation. "Do you like it? I made it myself."
Brad Sawyer	Brad comes over to sit on the edge of the bed too, because he needs to set the box on his lap in order to more easily open it and use both hands on whatever the contents ends up being. "Neat," is Brad's first immediate reaction. "A scarf?" he asks, just to confirm that it is what he thinks it is, it isn't a judgement. "Wait. You //made// it?" Brad asks, surprised and disoriented by the new information. It moved from a scarf to a special scarf. He stops just looking at it, and reaches into the box, immediately and clearly using tactile sense to now get a gist of what she's done. There's a lot of quiet, and a flaming blush, as he draws it out and examines it in his hands, figuring out the touch thing really quickly. But he lacks words for it, and ends up blushing a lot at first until he finds them. "I like it," Brad says quietly in a small, but entirely honestly. He likes it, and seems to understand at least some intended meaning behind it.
Gwendolyn	Gwendolyn scoots over, making room for Brad on the side of her bed, smiling as he pulls the scarf out. "Yes, a scarf." She clarifies, the paper from her gift tucked into the empty box along with the remains of his, the whole thing put on the bed behind them, out of the way. She bobs her head in assent. "Yeah, I did. You might have seen me working on it, every once in a while, in my free time. Scarf for you. Cookbook for Shannon. Stuff like that. I couldn't afford a lot of flashy gifts so I just did what I could." She reaches over to take one end of the scarf, running her thumbs over it. "When we first met, you couldn't see, so I made it, like...black and white. Big contrasting colors with different textures, so you could feel what you were holding, but afterwards, when you could see...Right about here..." She taps where the black and white start bleeding into the rainbow. "I thought seeing black and white all the time would be hard, so I made it a lot more colorful." She goes quiet. "You...you really like it?"
Brad Sawyer	Brad's expression melts into a weird mix of embarrassment and pleasure. And? then the boy turns invisible, like a switch was thrown. His hoodie is visible, but not the pants, and his glasses still show. But Brad wraps the scarf once around his neck, then playfully wraps it up more around his head like a striped colorful turban, and faces her some. "Yes," Brad says, amusement and play in his tone, now the rainbow-striped mummy floating torso, it seems. He pushes up the glasses with a finger, despite that they are entirely not being used right now, since he's invisible. The boy's just being silly with her. "It's cozy," he observes, muffled by it.
Gwendolyn	She made him go blank, so that must be a good thing. Gwendolyn smiles, although he probably can't see it, and shifts a little on the bed to adjust the scarf just so, her touch light as she adjusts it so it frames his face or, rather, where his face would be. "I thought you might like something warm to wrap around yourself. With you being invisible, I thought giving people something that they could see..." She's babbling, she knows she is, so she just stops talking, leans forward, and gives him another tight hug. "Merry Christmas, Brad." Gwendolyn whispers.
Brad Sawyer	Brad finds her close, and his telekinetics briefly rattle the possessions of the room. It makes the ladybug's legs flutter just a little bit, but nothing is thrown. He was just checking things out locally to his body, since he's invisible, it was just automatic. Brad hugs an arm around her, low at the waist, tentatively returning the tight hug, the hole of his face in the turban of scarf close. Then Brad reappears, returning to full visibility, right there, very close, from the hug. He doesn't let go right away, he looks at her from behind his glasses with a tentative uncertainty, still fiercely blushing. "Merry Christmas," he echoes, similarly quietly, softened.
Gwendolyn	Brad, feeling the room out, reminds Gwen of being in a bayou, with the water moving past her skin when someone else jumps in. It's not immediate, but like a stone dropped into the water, the rush of movement brushing over her and around her lets her know that he's telekinetically feeling things out around as a reflex. Gwendolyn's hand moves up, drawing the turban-scarf down just a little, leaning in to give him the quickest kiss that she could, her antenna actually brushing his forehead a little when she gets close, the girl leaning back after a second, blushing.
Brad Sawyer	Brad doesn't hide his emotions from playing all over his face. It's never been all that important or even relevant to do it: nobody ever reacts to the expressions the invisible boy makes, and he can't use a mirror to even have some measure of what he's doing. It creates a very open, natural canvas of broadcasting how he feels on his features. There's a brief little puzzlement as she reaches out to pull the scarf free of his mouth. Gwendolyn stunned him with this move, and he clearly short circuited a little bit. "Oh," Brad says, eloquently, unsure what to do other than stare at her, brown eyes widened. There's that pause, and then he cautiously leans forward, one hand lifting to push the rest of the turban-scarf off back off his hair to fall down his back, so that he can see fully without it coming down in front. He's slowly leaning in now, but there's a lot of searching of her expression to see if it's okay.
Gwendolyn	"It just felt like the right thing to do." Gwendolyn whispers, her voice hitching at the very end, curling into herself just a litle bit, studying Brad as he pushes his gift down and around his neck. She's watching him, more afraid that he'd freak out that the bug girl kissed him more than anything, but does reach up to move his glasses out of the way as he leans forward. Her expression is concerned, worried, excited and all sorts of other things that she really can't explain right now. It just felt like the right thing to do, so she did it. "Sorry." she whispers, blushing as he leans forward.
Brad Sawyer	This is really uncharted territory, but Brad is not remotely focused on Gwendolyn being 'the bug girl'. Unfortunate that she can't read his mind, since she'd see that, but perhaps she'll pick it up from the lack of freaking out that's negative. Then again, there's a lot of unsure nerves here for the teenage boy that doesn't have any experience with this sort of situation. Which means there's a lot of uncertainty when she starts talking. She removes the glasses from his face, which makes Brad slightly nervous; the telekinetics brush over her again, compensating for the blurry vision. Brad fumbles a little mentally, and ends up with: "Can I ... kiss you back?"
Gwendolyn	Like Gwendolyn has experience in this sort of thing? Aside from one time with one person (okay, like, two times, but still!) her experience with boys could be counted on one hand with at least four fingers left over. Her antennae twitch slightly and her eyes close halfway, the girl nodding. "If...if you want to." She swallows nervously. "I wouldn't mind."
Brad Sawyer	"Okay," Brad says quietly. But now there's a lot of pressure. He made this bed of pressure to lay in, though, by asking. But she's given him the all clear. The bravery comes in, though, and he abruptly scoots forwards and plants one on her a little bit firmly. Part of it is just telling himself to DO it already, the other coming from the vision problem, but it does create a deliberate kiss that is not a peck.
Gwendolyn	"Okay." Gwendolyn reiterates, her eyes closing as Brad leans in. And. to Brad's credit, he doesn't miss. Gwendolyn's head tilts just slightly as he comes in and the kiss hits at just the right angle and everything for a real, honest-to-god kiss. He may feel her eyelashes flutter and her antenna against his forehead, but other than that, it's bog standard. And, frankly? It's not that bad. It's good, in fact. For a first real kiss, Gwendolyn isn't going to complain.
Brad Sawyer	It is certainly that. Brad's giving it a good try, really, a good effort. He adjusts on contact; he's good at things related to touch, and this counts. So he adjusts out of being quite as firm, turns his head just a little more to fix the nose-bumping issue, and then draws back a few inches. A bright smile erupts, immediate show of self-assurance that he thinks he did well, and enjoyed it. "We kissed," Brad observes, as if it needed to be stated aloud to cement that reality. His tone is eager, pleased, nervous, in a bundle of things.
Gwendolyn	"Yeah." Gwendolyn agrees, a brilliant smile appearing. "We did. How about that?" She sits up just a little bit more and adjusts his scarf, making sure the carefully knit thing is positioned just so, with the colors on the right and the dark on the left. She's kind of making her hands busy because she really doesn't know /what/ to do right now /at all./ "I'm not very good at it. I mean...I haven't done it with anyone before. Kissed, I mean."
Brad Sawyer	"I think you were okay. I mean, you were good," Brad gives, similarly adjusting his own words, as they fumble through this together. She's his close, maybe best friend now, and a girl, and he kissed her, and they'd held hands before, and it's all sort of a blob of uncertainty and exploding hormones. "We could kiss some more," Brad suggests carefully. And that's when his mobile device, that he has begun to carry, starts to scream, and he visibly jumps at the interruption. He feels around telekinetically for his glasses, and pulls them on. "I-shit. Shit." He checks it out. "It's my dad, I have to - I'll come back later. Or come see me. And we can. Um. Yes?"
Gwendolyn	For a second, Gwendolyn doesn't know what to say, blushing at the praise about how good she was, even though practicing wasn't something she'd had a chance to do. Practicing though, may be in the cards at some point, if this keeps up. he kissed her, yes, but she kissed him, too. It was a mutual thing between them. "Yeah, we could...." She says, trailing off, a smile appearing for a second, right before the cell phone explodes into life. "Yeah." She bobs her head in assent. "We can practice more. Later."
Brad Sawyer	"Yeah. Practice. The kissing." The phone screams again, since Brad's staring at her instead of answering it. He jumps again, and grabs it, scurrying to the door. He looks at her once more, suddenly grinning, and then leaves, answering his phone once he hits the hallway.