01-06-2020, 04:14 PM
He felt the presence of Aurum on a nearby branch before heard the lion's rumbling voice, which startled him greatly, making his body scrunch up as he looked at the intruder. Thankfully, it was just the angel-slash-lion-slash-proxy whose life he had a hand in saving, who was so kind to all for seemingly no reason. Truly an enigma wrapped in a mortal prison wrapped in bandages. "Greetings," he said, voice more than a touch more tired than usual, as he continued his weaving at a much slower pace. "Just... weaving. Releasing stress. Would prefer to read, but..." He let out a small grumble, disdainful in tone, before metaphorically shaking his head, responding to Aurum's next question with, "Made mistake in process. Cannot tolerate," he paused for a moment, searching for the right words, even his swiftly moving limbs going still, "Cannot tolerate mistake in development of anything. Must be efficient. Proper." Hopefully that made sense to the lion, he thought, his limbs resuming their progress.
He didn't even know if it made sense to himself anymore.
The spider wondered, suddenly, if Aurum truly was okay, something that caused him to stop moving again as he tried to focus his vision enough to see the lion's face clearly. He hadn't sounded like anything was wrong, but - well, sounds could be deceiving. It was much harder to school your face than your voice (though for him, lacking facial muscles, the reverse was true), so surely that would be more revealing, yes? But it seemed that the more he tried to focus his eyes, the less focused they became, so he let out a sigh, deciding to ask the lion directly instead. "Why is subject Aurum here? Medical issues? Is wound okay?" He asked, desperate to shift the conversation away from anything that would lead back to his own issues, a desperation that didn't show in his voice beyond an easily seen-past facade covering his exhaustion. A mere veil that did nothing to help his actual problems. A band-aid over a gaping wound, as it were.
He didn't even know if it made sense to himself anymore.
The spider wondered, suddenly, if Aurum truly was okay, something that caused him to stop moving again as he tried to focus his vision enough to see the lion's face clearly. He hadn't sounded like anything was wrong, but - well, sounds could be deceiving. It was much harder to school your face than your voice (though for him, lacking facial muscles, the reverse was true), so surely that would be more revealing, yes? But it seemed that the more he tried to focus his eyes, the less focused they became, so he let out a sigh, deciding to ask the lion directly instead. "Why is subject Aurum here? Medical issues? Is wound okay?" He asked, desperate to shift the conversation away from anything that would lead back to his own issues, a desperation that didn't show in his voice beyond an easily seen-past facade covering his exhaustion. A mere veil that did nothing to help his actual problems. A band-aid over a gaping wound, as it were.
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