02-16-2020, 02:39 AM
It was a cold day to be following someone, he mused to himself. The air bit at him, making him want to shiver like a mammal - it was just cold enough to be uncomfortable for him, and even if he knew he could survive worse (much, much worse), he was still not having a great time. It was quite unfortunate that he was stuck outside when the weather turned ill, really - not that he had many places to go. His house was quite empty, save for the silk that lined the floor, the walls, the ceiling, a literal web, interconnected, a security system and a navigational contraption wrapped into one - not to mention it was quite pleasant to the touch, something incredibly important for a tactile being such as he.
He wondered if Leroy would mind his walking behind him. He wasn't too close, after all, and it wasn't like he had decided to do it, he just sort of thought to himself that, hey, the leader of the group has likely got something important to do, and he was curious as to what it could be. (Admittedly, he sort of forgot Leroy's initial reaction to his existence, somehow. Blindness weighed on a spider's conscious heavily, after all - heavily enough to blank out the thought of an ear-piercing shriek ringing through the midnight air.)
There was something odd about the person in the library.
He can feel the distribution of their weight through the old wooden boards of the house of knowledge, the seven limbs spread across the floor, much more surface than a normal spider could potentially cover. He could feel Leroy's steps, not quite shaky, but hesitant, giving the being in the center of his focus a wide enough berth. It was disconcerting, to say the least.
"Subject Leroy," the spider grumbled out, quietly, as if he was on the cusp of a mind-shattering realization, as if he was about to see the face of a god (which was beyond his abilities), "is that another spider?" All his thoughts, for the few moments before he got his answer, were completely wiped away. It was a breath in, a calm before a storm, as if his mind was bracing itself, allocating all the possible computing power it could manage so that he could sufficiently bombard the potential arachnid subject with a thousand-thousand questions. Already he was known for being one to ask many questions of varying levels of importance. That habit could only be multiplied by the source of his curiosity potentially answering one his biggest questions: the questions of his existence as the world's only sapient spider.
At least, the only one that he knew.
He wondered if Leroy would mind his walking behind him. He wasn't too close, after all, and it wasn't like he had decided to do it, he just sort of thought to himself that, hey, the leader of the group has likely got something important to do, and he was curious as to what it could be. (Admittedly, he sort of forgot Leroy's initial reaction to his existence, somehow. Blindness weighed on a spider's conscious heavily, after all - heavily enough to blank out the thought of an ear-piercing shriek ringing through the midnight air.)
There was something odd about the person in the library.
He can feel the distribution of their weight through the old wooden boards of the house of knowledge, the seven limbs spread across the floor, much more surface than a normal spider could potentially cover. He could feel Leroy's steps, not quite shaky, but hesitant, giving the being in the center of his focus a wide enough berth. It was disconcerting, to say the least.
"Subject Leroy," the spider grumbled out, quietly, as if he was on the cusp of a mind-shattering realization, as if he was about to see the face of a god (which was beyond his abilities), "is that another spider?" All his thoughts, for the few moments before he got his answer, were completely wiped away. It was a breath in, a calm before a storm, as if his mind was bracing itself, allocating all the possible computing power it could manage so that he could sufficiently bombard the potential arachnid subject with a thousand-thousand questions. Already he was known for being one to ask many questions of varying levels of importance. That habit could only be multiplied by the source of his curiosity potentially answering one his biggest questions: the questions of his existence as the world's only sapient spider.
At least, the only one that he knew.
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