“Listen.” Liahla inhaled deeply through her nose, shutting her eyes as she folded her arms across her chest, straightening her back. “I’ve been trying to be nice, but I really just need you to fuck off, please.”
The spider’s itty bitty face wasn’t even visible to Liahla, but that didn’t matter. The Draenei could feel how offended the disgusting creature was.
“It’s nothing personal,” Liahla added, “but I cannot have you in here. The Clinic is closed anyway. Out.”
The Clinic was not closed. Medics bustled begins Liahla as they tended to patients, cleaned old bedding, and filled out patient logs, but Liahla opted to ignore all of that for a few moments to focus on her spider problem.
“So...” Liahla cleared her throat. “Yeah. Leave. Skiddadle. Fuck off. Eat a lemon. Shove chalk up your ass. Shoo.”
Of course, the spider could not understand Common, do it stayed right where it was. The rude little guy didn’t even twitch to acknowledge he had heard Liahla at all.
“That’s it.” Liahla dropper her arms from her chest to her sides, pointing one accusing finger at the spider. “I guess we’re doing this the hard way.”
The air around the Draenei began to grow warm. The spider did not care. Even warner still. Hot. Unbearable. The spider has no idea it was about to be incinerated, Liahla thought with mild glee. She loved settling things on fire when she could.
It was iver in a flash of bright light. At least, Liahla thought it was. When she could again focus on the location she had last seen the spider, dismay filled her. Not only was the spider still kicking, but somehow another asshole spider had shown up.
“Alright, fuck it,” Liahla growled. “I’m going to bed. If you two are still here in the morning, there will be hell to pay.” And with that, the Draenei spun in her heel to storm off.
There’s a large spider in our bathroom. He’s just chilling but god he scared me.