quickly do fingers extend, latching onto newfound strangers bicep. they wait for no invitation, no permission -- arms slipping over and under; gripping with an unspoken purpose. satisfied -- and quite comfortable -- with their hold, weight shifts to offer with it a pull. a nudge in the right direction, even.
"careful, now, big boy. we don't want to be wearing the poor missus home as a toupe now, do we?"
digits squeeze, gently, at the muscle beneath them while their head gives a directional tilt. motioning above the man's head to the woven silk centimeters away. a design alarian had been intently watching take shape within the shops awning. it's done its job well, drawing things in -- not for the spiders benefit, unfortunately.
"she's done too well of a job to be starting over," they begin, cheek coming to rest against the other quite casually. "nice as it was to watch."
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