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Spider comes stumbling in, so much that he grabs hold of a pillar to steady himself. His face is bleeding from several cuts, and so are his arms, where the shirt is ripped. After he's done heaving, he actually looks smug.
He straightens up and considers something, then asks his question. "Okay. Vermin. Birds. How do you get rid of them?" He gets out a handkerchief and starts dabbing at the cuts.
"How do you find out if someone's out to get you?"
His face falls as he remembers what happened before the attack of flamingos. "How do you deal with losing someone important?"
((The mun, regrettably, really has to go. Thanks for stuff up until now, and I shall reply tomorrow!))
He straightens up and considers something, then asks his question. "Okay. Vermin. Birds. How do you get rid of them?" He gets out a handkerchief and starts dabbing at the cuts.
"How do you find out if someone's out to get you?"
His face falls as he remembers what happened before the attack of flamingos. "How do you deal with losing someone important?"
((The mun, regrettably, really has to go. Thanks for stuff up until now, and I shall reply tomorrow!))