dig my way out of the ocean

even in the inebriated throes of too much wine, Spider finds themselves glancing warily at the crowds that gather around them, moving in closer as though to shield Ig from prying eyes. she’s bigger than them, but they can’t help their protective instincts. as Ignita begins to speak, they lean in close - maybe too close, but all concept of personal space has kind of evaporated at the moment - and makes a few noises of interest. honestly, a bit of it’s going over their head in their current state, but it all sounds expectedly impressive. “that’s our igggggyy,” Spider coos, ”always thinking smart thoughts.”

they reach out a paw and smooth it over one of the pages, enjoying the texture. their head tips to one side, eyeing their friend curiously. if they recall correctly, this is the second time Ig has mentioned their eye colour. “hmmm.” the sound is considering, half-playful and half-contemplative. “like my eyes, do you?” they tease, leaning in closer and widening their eyes for effect. letting Ig look her fill. ”you can have em, if you like. i’ve got two pairs.” a little grin, a tiny slash of a thing. at least they’re not thinking of - we’renotdoingthis. ”but then, i think yours are better. you’ve got the sun in your eyes.” does that expression usually mean something else? eh, whatever. Spider tips the bottle back and lets a mouthful burn a path down their throat.