01-17-2020, 03:28 PM
The scream left him taken aback.
He was normally a very composed person - not in the icy cold robot way, as some may think, he did very much have feelings, but he was still in control of his body, and his reactions. For the most part. That 'the most part' did not, in fact, extend to people screaming in his face.
In an act of sudden fight/flight/freeze instincts taking over, the spider lurched backwards, limbs pulling him up to the side of the house above the door, green eyes peering down in fear, which soon faded to annoyance, when his body settled down. "Subject Leroy, please," he said, in a disdainful, disgruntled voice, the shout echoing in his head in the form of painful aches, "make terrified shrieks quieter. Or at lower pitch, at least." One of his pedipalps moved to rub his skull in appeasement of the pounding headache that threatened to rear its ugly head.
He then shifted forward, crawling at a slower pace, the eerie movement of each leg on full display as he stepped off of the significant pile with ease, before rotating and looking at it. "Apologies for scaring subject, was just interested in shouting." He grumbled in the space between conversation, right before Leroy began his fetch quest instructions. As he did, the j'ba fofi would listen patiently, flicking his vision to and fro across the scenery in an attempt to see what little he could, in the dark. "Boxes," he repeated, absentmindedly, before surging forward again, a clear indication of his intentions - helping people was most certainly the polite thing to do, yes? That, he figured, was common sense, and people liked basic things like human decency and common sense, things that were easy to get the hang of. Still, Abathur felt entitled to some questions - such was how he operated. Curiosity and growth before all else.
"Why does subject have so many valuable boxes?" He asked, his burrowing fully underway, as he shifted crates aside.
He was normally a very composed person - not in the icy cold robot way, as some may think, he did very much have feelings, but he was still in control of his body, and his reactions. For the most part. That 'the most part' did not, in fact, extend to people screaming in his face.
In an act of sudden fight/flight/freeze instincts taking over, the spider lurched backwards, limbs pulling him up to the side of the house above the door, green eyes peering down in fear, which soon faded to annoyance, when his body settled down. "Subject Leroy, please," he said, in a disdainful, disgruntled voice, the shout echoing in his head in the form of painful aches, "make terrified shrieks quieter. Or at lower pitch, at least." One of his pedipalps moved to rub his skull in appeasement of the pounding headache that threatened to rear its ugly head.
He then shifted forward, crawling at a slower pace, the eerie movement of each leg on full display as he stepped off of the significant pile with ease, before rotating and looking at it. "Apologies for scaring subject, was just interested in shouting." He grumbled in the space between conversation, right before Leroy began his fetch quest instructions. As he did, the j'ba fofi would listen patiently, flicking his vision to and fro across the scenery in an attempt to see what little he could, in the dark. "Boxes," he repeated, absentmindedly, before surging forward again, a clear indication of his intentions - helping people was most certainly the polite thing to do, yes? That, he figured, was common sense, and people liked basic things like human decency and common sense, things that were easy to get the hang of. Still, Abathur felt entitled to some questions - such was how he operated. Curiosity and growth before all else.
"Why does subject have so many valuable boxes?" He asked, his burrowing fully underway, as he shifted crates aside.
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