RIGBY
Rigby was just going to look, but he had no qualms with interfering. So for pure boredom's sake, he lifted a rolled up parchment map, flipped it around just to hear the paper crinkle. He didn't notice at first the hole behind the scroll, the way something stirred there in the darkness. It was the spider that dropped from within the roll that made him jump, drawing a slight oof from his lips when the sudden pressure made his leg buzz.
He looked back to the tables, where little black eight legged soldiers now marched down the drawn pathways on the maps. They scattered, tons of them, all coming from the cracks in the woods and adding to the mess. Knowing that they were spiders he found himself interested, curiosity drawing him in for a closer look at the arachnids. Probably harmless, most spider's he'd met were.
The street rat stepped away, dropping the scroll back onto the table and letting the swarm of spiders inspect it themselves. Back to the table he moved, found himself bored, and so with a low grumble he reached into his pocket to start another cigarette.
He looked back to the tables, where little black eight legged soldiers now marched down the drawn pathways on the maps. They scattered, tons of them, all coming from the cracks in the woods and adding to the mess. Knowing that they were spiders he found himself interested, curiosity drawing him in for a closer look at the arachnids. Probably harmless, most spider's he'd met were.
The street rat stepped away, dropping the scroll back onto the table and letting the swarm of spiders inspect it themselves. Back to the table he moved, found himself bored, and so with a low grumble he reached into his pocket to start another cigarette.
i'll make you understand
and you can trade me for an apparition
and you can trade me for an apparition
