"Dorian requested them for me. They're - lovely, aren't they?" He gives her a smile. "Don't worry. You're perfectly safe. If I let them hurt someone, then I'm certain they'll be taken away."
"Weren't worried about being safe," she tells them, keeping a perfectly reasonable distance from them. "More thinking...why spiders in the first place?"
She nods and heads out, walking a good distance down from his cabin before she lets out the nervous exhale that she'd be holding in. Not an ideal first meeting. She needs a shot of whiskey to calm her nerves now.
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Trixie tries not let her skin crawl.
"Like spiders, huh? Where'd you get these?"
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He looks up at one in the corner.
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He's fucking nuts.
"Uh...huh. I guess...they're impressive. Graceful even."
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His head hurts. It pounds in a rhythm he hates. "Now. If there's nothing else..."
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"Where are you working? Custodial?"
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The last comes out in a bit of a snap.
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She nods and heads out, walking a good distance down from his cabin before she lets out the nervous exhale that she'd be holding in. Not an ideal first meeting. She needs a shot of whiskey to calm her nerves now.