six ✶ pixie shenanigans; video;

[thenobledie]

[the forge starts with a shriek of fearful surprise, and only ezio won't be surprised shirley can raise her voice, as the picture is dizzying shifts. audibly, the forge hits the floor, and the picture settles. from a skewed angle, one can see shirley.

she is standing in the clinic. on a chair. her hands are fisted a little tightly, holding the

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[soldiersblade]

[if Desmond knew any of that stuff about her, he might be laughing her out more than he is.

...

............. actually, no. He's still losing it.]

Shirley! [snerk]The hell's wrong with you?!

1/idfk

[thenobledie]

[why are you laughing! why did she get a reply! what is going on!!]

2/3

[thenobledie]

[oh. she is going to squish a tiny thing, and it won't be the spider.]

[thenobledie]

[BUT WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING AT HER, DESMOND. ;A;]

...is it so odd someone doesn't like a spider's presence?

[soldiersblade]

[BECAUSE IT'S SILLY AND SHE'S ADORBS]

Well no! But like... usually you're all... [stoic? robotic?] ... serious n'stuff. I dunno.

Want me to come get it?

[thenobledie]

[SHE LIKES DESMOND'S ANSWER BETTER. ...okay, she doesn't really like it, but it's acceptable. w/e, she is pausing before:]

Please.

[soldiersblade]

Okay! [mmph] It looks pretty big, though...

[feigned srs thought here]

... if it takes me out, avenge me. Promise to avenge me.

[(playful) patronizing, wut?]

[thenobledie]

If you take too long to arrive, I may decide not to.

[just get here and kill iiiiiit, sob.]

[soldiersblade]

[relax, he's on his way, clicking off the Forge now and jogging on over. He's not far off, bb, so just... keep holding up that skirt]

[thenobledie]

[you would like that, wouldn't you! ...she kind of is, though, because she settled to sit on the chair (side eyeing the spider, ofc). but OHGOD, IT STARTED MOVING AT HER - so now, she is sitting on an empty bed that was nearby, her legs close to her chest. can still see her boots for it! probably some of her skin, too...]

[soldiersblade]

[he would!

[moments after, our boy skids past the room, sneakers squeaking on the floor before he doubles-back and peers through the doorway, dark brows drawn up in mock surprise]

There you are... and hey, still alive! [bahaha, ass] I figured you'd have passed out cold on the floor by now or somethin'.

So where is it?

[thenobledie]

[... B|

shirley is totally huffing and motioning toward the chair she had been on, as she looks away. mr or ms spider is chilling near a front leg. it is a sad spider: why did she yell! why does she run away! it just wants her loooove.]

[soldiersblade]

[well, there it is, right where she's gesturing. she doesn't seem too annoyed by his making of light of things-- 'least she was using all her fingers for that gesture.

sighing, he squats down by the wee bug, gingerly picking it up by one spindly leg and cupping it in hands. nah, he's not worried about a little bite. safe to say that thanks to dicking around in the Animus, the guy's seen worse.

turning, he shoots her a look: "better?"]

[thenobledie]

[that thing is not wee - okay, compared to spiders she has seen, it is. seriously. but w/e, a spider is a spider is a thing that doesn't need to be made cute and cuddly.

but she glances back, and ohgodwhy, get rid of it!! totally leaning away some.]

[soldiersblade]

[he stands with a sigh, holding the little guy gently in his makeshift container and rolling his eyes.

but oh.

on his way to the door?

so trips over his feet. :)

and here comes that spider, hurtling toward her

(except not, he's just being a shit and pretending like it is. NO WORRIES, SHIRLEY, IT WON'T LEAVE HIS HANDS)]

[thenobledie]

Desmond!

[and oh, yeah. it's a bit of a shriek. not quite the same as the one he heard before but close enough. there is even shrinking away.]