𝐇arriet 𝐃e 𝐆uzman
@silkanddagger.bsky.social
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silkanddagger.bsky.social
A cult for symbiotes?… How did that happen?
insomniarachnid.bsky.social
damn. bummer. started chasing after a cult myself, since the last time i've seen you - weird . . symbiote god murder-stuff.

you'll say no, but i'm here to help with 'em whenever. don't be a stranger, alright?
silkanddagger.bsky.social
Still chasing, unfortunately. As much as I want to retire these blades, there is always something that comes up.
silkanddagger.bsky.social
Still chasing, unfortunately. As much as I want to retire these blades, there is always something that comes up.
insomniarachnid.bsky.social
no, no. just, y'know. the face thing. it's been a while.

feel like i've asked you this already, so if i did, my bad, but to switch topics before it gets awkward - how's that business been chasing the cult, and all?
silkanddagger.bsky.social
Right…

Somehow my presence feels like it is making things more difficult for you.
silkanddagger.bsky.social
Right…

Somehow my presence feels like it is making things more difficult for you.
insomniarachnid.bsky.social
uh-huh. well, then, what's got you checkin' in?

all the hard stuff's been over for a while, don't sweat it. good to see a, uh . . well. a familiar face, 'n all.
silkanddagger.bsky.social
I’m fine. I don’t have much of an appetite.

I also rather not shake things up or distract.
silkanddagger.bsky.social
I’m fine. I don’t have much of an appetite.

I also rather not shake things up or distract.
insomniarachnid.bsky.social
i've been wrapped up in spider-verse stuff thrice. you tend to just know these things.

y'should've said something, i'd have got a pizza! or somethin' . . well, i can't think of anything now, but, still.
silkanddagger.bsky.social
I just arrived.

How do you know what world number you live in?
silkanddagger.bsky.social
I just arrived.

How do you know what world number you live in?
insomniarachnid.bsky.social
my protege, yeah. figured it was best after the venom nonsense. and the chameleon stuff. and carnage, and . . no, but seriously, he's great.

better question here - you been peekin' in on 1048 without sayin' hi?
silkanddagger.bsky.social
Heard somebody’s handling things a little more than you now.
silkanddagger.bsky.social
Heard somebody’s handling things a little more than you now.
insomniarachnid.bsky.social
not sure there's enough time in the day for that long of a recap. i'm alive, though, so good enough. nice to hear from you.
silkanddagger.bsky.social
Same old. You?
insomniarachnid.bsky.social
ha, ha. i'm sure you'd have been a riot on letterman. how've you been?
silkanddagger.bsky.social
Better not look in the mirror then.
silkanddagger.bsky.social
A big red tarantula.
insomniarachnid.bsky.social
we talkin' tarantulas here, or . . ?
silkanddagger.bsky.social
I can hear the tippy taps of big spider feet.
silkanddagger.bsky.social
I can hear the tippy taps of big spider feet.
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insomniarachnid.bsky.social
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silkanddagger.bsky.social
“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Harriet narrowed her eyes at him.
thelawofwinter.bsky.social
“Is it now~?” Edward belted out his remark with a force, like emptying out a tube of toothpaste with a single stroke and causing it to bend over slightly.
silkanddagger.bsky.social
"Anyway. I only found it an amusing fact... Mine is on the 31st."
silkanddagger.bsky.social
"Anyway. I only found it an amusing fact... Mine is on the 31st."
thelawofwinter.bsky.social
His hands found his hips, he needed something go hold onto.

“Quit talkin’ to my dog, Tiny Dancer. One day he might just start talkin’ in his sleep and give me the creeps.”
silkanddagger.bsky.social
“I still don’t have Facebook. Your little roommate told me.”
silkanddagger.bsky.social
“I still don’t have Facebook. Your little roommate told me.”
thelawofwinter.bsky.social
“Well well well, someone finally learned how to use their Facebook account. Who’duh thunk it?”
silkanddagger.bsky.social
Heard your birthday was on the 30th of October, @thelawofwinter.bsky.social
silkanddagger.bsky.social
Heard your birthday was on the 30th of October, @thelawofwinter.bsky.social
silkanddagger.bsky.social
Cracking her shoulders and back.
silkanddagger.bsky.social
As the pizza spun to be heated for the next few minutes, it left the moment between them open. She eyed him and crossed her arms. Less to do with her patience, and more to do with the seriousness of the matter.

“Talk.”
silkanddagger.bsky.social
“I rather have something to munch on with the water, thanks.”

Harriet eyed the glass.

“I may have drunk a night ago, but that is my quota for the next few weeks.”
silkanddagger.bsky.social
She huffed and dusted her shoes on the mat before entering. Old habits die hard, even if partially.

“What do you have?”

Harriet sat on the dinner table, keeping her eyes on Edward.
silkanddagger.bsky.social
She stayed by the doormat for a moment, watching her host move about.

“…I am one of the suspects, but you are going to tell me about this case.” She said.

“Are you sure you should?”
silkanddagger.bsky.social
She should not be surprised other police were not keen on investigating.

“Couldn’t be me.” She knew he could not just take her word for it, though, as an officer of the law.

“Isaac was still alive five years ago, so I made sure I was under the radar.”
silkanddagger.bsky.social
She scoffed as she took the seat next to his.

“Right… What’s a patrol officer doing investigating a crime scene outside of first response…”
silkanddagger.bsky.social
Harriet dusted herself of some of the snow flicked at her from the shake.

“Are you heading this case or are you doing it in secret?”

Each foot slid onto the undisturbed snow, following the officer back to his vehicle.
silkanddagger.bsky.social
“Fine.”

Harriet pushed herself up by her knees.

“Come on, buddy. Time to go home.” She nodded at Storm.
silkanddagger.bsky.social
“And who was the cake cut this time?”