where the wild things are

Spider rolls their eyes and attempts to bump their shoulder against the boy, the gesture teasing and irritated simultaneously. gods, this boy is annoying! “just be glad i’m not making your weak ass carry all this back by yourself,” they snark, flashing a cheeky grin. although, the boy isn’t certainly doesn’t look weak, but it’ll certainly be amusing to watch him splutter and defend himself if he chooses to.

although, they suppose they can’t just refer to him as ‘the boy’ anymore. Wilder. so that’s their companion’s name. Spider tilts their head in thought, running an appraising eye over his green and brown pelt. it suits him, they decide. “i’m Spider,” they announce, lifting their chin. “Spider Fatalis.”

they might be small, but they’re determined to pull their weight. as Wilder indicates the branches, they rush over and begin gathering as many as they can between their teeth, dragging them back to the tree they’d been sheltering beneath.

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