02-23-2020, 12:54 PM
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His head tilted to the right, intrigued by the gruff preposition rumbled from the unseen space between pedipalps. The mention of plants earned a wince from the little ghost. The memories of a young Audrey III gumming on his arm, of the first shed tooth, of the absent body in the ash remnants pierced his mind as the arrow did to his lung. Beck swallowed uncomfortably, shrinking closer to the floor when the cyclops of a lion lumbered closer unannounced. His breathing hitched. He should leave. Leave before anything went wrong.
But his paws stuck fast, ankle-deep in tar. Teeth clenching, he leaned far from the angel, casting a bitter glance before focusing on Abathur once more. The spider spun an invitation to stay, to stay with Aurum as company, of all people; he scrunched his nose as he prepared an excuse. "Oh... I- I have stuff to do. Sorry," he mumbled, stubby tail tucking in shame. "M-maybe another time? We could hang out, y'know, with each other. One on one? If you're- if you're okay with it." An awkward grin worked its way to his snout until he remembered the clouded vision of the arachnid. He grimaced, not wanting to insult or offend the recently-handicapped spider. Instead, he hastily traced a smiley face on the floorboard, hoping to get the message across to the whiskery hairs bristling Abathur's legs.
But his paws stuck fast, ankle-deep in tar. Teeth clenching, he leaned far from the angel, casting a bitter glance before focusing on Abathur once more. The spider spun an invitation to stay, to stay with Aurum as company, of all people; he scrunched his nose as he prepared an excuse. "Oh... I- I have stuff to do. Sorry," he mumbled, stubby tail tucking in shame. "M-maybe another time? We could hang out, y'know, with each other. One on one? If you're- if you're okay with it." An awkward grin worked its way to his snout until he remembered the clouded vision of the arachnid. He grimaced, not wanting to insult or offend the recently-handicapped spider. Instead, he hastily traced a smiley face on the floorboard, hoping to get the message across to the whiskery hairs bristling Abathur's legs.