dig my way out of the ocean

Spider’s brows crinkle in confusion, casting Ig a considering look. there’s something on her face they can’t discern, a strange shifting of emotions, none of them particularly positive. there’s a new tension about her, something that hadn’t been present mere heartbeats before. have they said something? Spider melts, heart aching for the kind little slave. always worried about upsetting those around her, despite the many hardships she herself has endured. reaching out, Spider tips a paw under Ignita’s chin and lifts it with a gentle touch. “of course, Ig,” they say softly, eyes filled with sincerity. “there’s nothing you could do that would make me hate you.” in their inebriated state, they don’t quite understand the gravity of the promise they’re making - but it feels right to say. shucking her lightly, Spider lowers their paw and stands shakily to their feet. “c’mon,” they coax, “let’s go find something to eat. i wanna know what southern food tastes like.”

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