windstcrm:
Kyle thought Attley’s hair was pretty even though it was hair. Then again, he thought most people’s hair was pretty. His was a mess even when he tried to take care of it, not to mention he was only eight. Hair care wasn’t a priority, and most of that responsibility fell on his parents, who liked it the way it was. If it was up to him, he’d chop it all off. Maybe he would someday.
As she placed the cube in his hand, he looked at it. He didn’t know spiders liked sugar. Maybe it was just Mrs. F, and that made her even more interesting to him. She was a really nice spider so far.
“Okay. Here you go, Mrs. F…”
He used his other hand to pick it up and hold it out to her, making sure to keep his fingers away from one side just to make sure she didn’t try to grab or eat his fingers. He didn’t know if that was possible, but he’d rather do it just to be safe.
Mrs. Fiddle seemed to rotate the sugar cube in her little paws around in a circle as her little fangs sank into its frame to chip off small pieces to eat. Attley watched happily always seeming proud when Mrs. Fiddle had a good meal. She looks up at Kyle, smiling softly.
"So, why you here? In Sanity, I mean. Not a lot of people let their kids run around a place like this... especially when its not really exactly the safest place right now..."
I mean-- half of it might have been--- okay, no, most of it had been her fault. If not for the whole 'Hey guys I'm a Scarecrow' thing... maybe then she could have lived a normal life? She did think what Fletch said was true-- that this would all someday catch up with her-- but she really wished it didn't.
"Attley!"
Her head looked up to see another familiar face running over looking somewhat worried at the blonde. As he got closer, he seemed stranger and much taller than the young Attley Grimshaw. His complexion was like a metallic silver-blue color and his clothing--- looked like if he was in a marching band of some sort.
"Heya Steven. S-Sorry for wandering off again, haha... I know you were supposed to keep track of me."
"Yeah, and you are going to worry me into an early grave, Attley!"
