He sighs and shakes his head.
He sighs and shakes his head.
💭: Man, that was awkward. 'The spider that bit me?' Who even asks that? So romantic!
"I don't think I read that document..."
He sighs and shakes his head.
Hanging out in the corner of a warehouse. On the ceiling. Y'know, on a web.
Next to this dude.
Clearing his throat.
“To be precise I have four~
He winces for a second.
“H-how does a spider go about getting a Doctorate anyway…? I can’t imagine you slept in a dorm room and went to lectures.”
“To be precise I have four~
Yes. He said hearts.
“Don’t suppose you can whizz-up an anti-aging solution? I can’t say I’m a fan of being old.”
“So everything you do can or think-up you do for your own benefit?”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
The humans of his reality definitely didn’t have that going on. Not that The Reclaimer could recall anyway.
“If you want I’ve got a whole bunch of modulators lying around somewhere. Might be able to boost your voice if that’s something you’re interested in.”
He doesn’t wanna come across as rude or presumptive.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’ve seen anything like you before.”
Please do not disturb him.
Please do not disturb him.
Click clack
Click clack
❛ Assignment is complete. I saved the Guinea Pig. ❜
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“I don’t want anyone else to see it… it would probably be a nightmare for the kids.”
“It’s still a vulnerable period for me, however.”