𝗗𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗦

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞. . . 𝗗𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀; 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗞𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗢𝗖 𝗣𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: #𝗔𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗻𝗶𝗱 𝗦𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 @SpiiderGod . . . 𝐈𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞.

It’s been far too long since he’d been active; where has everyone gone?

Good lord, she’s like a puppy. A gentle hand caresses the back of her head protectively. Who gave her the right to be so adorable?

The concept of matching with someone positively made him flustered, thusly he’s just pulling into an appreciative hug.

How—? How is she making his face red?

He’s found jello cups—, oh he’s loving this.

It’s wonderful; though he wishes he could return the favor.

His sweater is cozy—, he’s glad he has it.

Of course—, when he isn’t tormenting survivors he’s keeping his reflexes in shape.

He stood tall over her, such a kind smile plastered across his features as he simply stared down at her. ❛ Ah, sorry. I’ve been watching you for about ten minutes now. ❜ His voice was soft, calm and collected. Was she even aware of who this male was?

Time to silently remove it then drape a blanket over her—.

❛ That’s really pretty—, you’re very talented. ❜ Finally, he spoke. Nearly crystalline blue eyes would peer down to her, lips curled in a taunt smile.

The faint sting of the affectionate kiss earns a smile, thusly her speak up again. Such a benevolent woman. ❛ Of course; next time I won’t give her the chance to strike. She’ll be dead before she knows it. ❜

He’s looming over her, hands folding behind his back as he just watches.

An almost satisfied hum escaped as he feels the intrusion of her webbing into the wound, though cold eyes would beam up into hers. ❛ Yes ma’am. I might be new, but I’ve picked things up quickly. ❜ He lived to impress and perform for her; ever the similar spawn.

He recognized the hunger in her words, a familiar sensation that overtook him far too often. Blamed as a medical experiment, yet after being pulled into this realm he knew better. ❛ Left shoulder, ma’am. Strode’s carrying a screwdriver yet it’s done. ❜

❛ It would seem the survivors don’t enjoy having a traitor with them, though I barely felt it. ❜ Again. Seems there was always bound to be an injury, thankfully the male’s shoulder had taken the impact.

As per mother’s instructions, he’s being tasked with keeping an eye on @NaiiveCrafts.

He’s come to bother @SpiiderGod, his ever loving mother. Okay—, he’s actually here to get his stab wounds looked at.