white lies
02-21-2017, 09:30 AM
| Spider was unwashed, he was matted, he was dirty. Grimy. Dingy. A little on the unhealthy side, but Poser could fix that. He could fix that with a little bit of time, a little bit of attention. It wasn't something he was above. He could give that attention, and maybe he longed for it. Willing. More than willing. The young god moves with his nose to the ground, feeling his eyes catch on Spider's. It's nothing they're removed from, nothing strange. Catching, holding until the other creature looks away. He would keep that gaze, and he would invite it back. Poser isn't proud. He lays it on thick, he lays it on easily. They are wandering, looking, thinking. Looking for the shrooms. Nose to the ground, peering here and there. "Cannabis, if you want? It'll calm the nerves, it'll settle down the weird thoughts. Fixes my anxieties and the like." He smiles softly, nosing at the low plants growing lush and pretty. The buds... so many buds. The offer would put Spider close to his shoulder, in his personal space. It's a bait, but the drugs aren't bad either. poser breathy way of saying my name |
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