Uncle Johnny

He felt his face flush instantly as the male bowed his head. Spider had never been treated so politely, especially not with the formality of a bow. Even if it was a simple gesture it meant everything to Spider, and now he could look at the other male in true, uninterrupted, earnest. He was beautiful, far more beautiful than any creature he had ever seen with sharp angular features and a build that suited only the best of dancers.

It took Spider a moment to realize Hannibal had asked him for his name and he left his enamored admiration with a noticeable jolt. “S-s-s-s-s-spider…” He said, feeling his face grow hotter as he reluctantly turned his head away. “You’re an old fuck what would he want with you?!”Toad demanded, and Spider instantly became crestfallen. Toad was right, he was much older than the other male and he began to wonder if his muzzle had already started to gray and if his eyes were beginning to dim.

“S-s-s-sorry.” He muttered quietly, with no real reason to need to apologize but feeling all the same like he had done something wrong. His attention focused on a stone a short distance away from where he was and spotted the distinct herb waving wistfully in the soft breeze. He rose silently, not bothering to see if the male was following him and began to dig out the plant’s roots. “You’re so stupid! What makes you think he’d be interested in a sniveling spineless faggot when he can have anyone?!” Spider closed his eyes against the assault, hoping to block it out and let out a small pained whine as he did. He realized then that Toad hadn't necessarily been referring to Hannibal, and his thoughts dejectedly drifted back to Rhyme. It wasn't fair.

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