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Spider smiles blearily at the newcomer, sweeping a paw outward in a gesture of welcome. “be my guest.” despite their earlier melancholy, the drink has softened them around the edges, made them open and loose and glad for the company. as the boy settles, Spider props their chin up on their paw and stares at him openly, probably a tad unnervingly. he smells of salt and the sea (raider?) and something else, a strange undercurrent they can’t place. Spider snorts loudly at his comment, eyes finally shifting from his face and moving instead to the sky above. tracking the stars. “you can say that again. some of them look like a stiff breeze would knock them over.” but then, these are guys who live in a palace, after all.

snickering, Spider lifts the bottle to their lips - then scowls into its empty bottom, giving it a few useless shakes. “ugh, i’m all out.” they glance slowly over to the boy, expression shifting into something vaguely hopeful. “you, ah, wouldn’t happen to have any wine you, would you?”
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