07-19-2018, 02:41 PM
Well, the anxiety attack was here, he noted, wandering through the marsh looking for more stuff he could dissect, like he had been doing the past couple of days. It was very entertaining, if you were unawares. He was trying to get away from that violent side of his but it was still fun to experiment with unnatural things. "Greetings," he said casually, as if he wasn't talking to someone who was likely to die of stress from just remembering that a talking spider existed, making sure to keep his space just so he wasn't found guilty of murdering the poor man. Oh, but he was speaking to someone, he registered now, glancing up to the treetops, someone with a broken leg apparently from what he heard. Really? Climbing a tree with a broken leg? What for? There did seem to be some kind of article of clothing up there. Maybe that was it? How did it even get up there? "Should not be climbing with broken leg - harmful to limb repair," the arachnid called up, nonplussed by the precarious situation Stocking (whose name he didn't know) had put herself in. The mud would probably break her fall enough to where she didn't get paralyzed. Everything other than that was totally fixable - though based on her current scenario she would have to be locked in a room just in case she got out and broke all her legs again.
Some people were just ridiculous, but he was used to it by now. Used to fixing them, too, but he wasn't going to do that if he didn't have to anymore.
Some people were just ridiculous, but he was used to it by now. Used to fixing them, too, but he wasn't going to do that if he didn't have to anymore.
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