That's impressive. What did you do with the other spider parts?
[ It's a good thing that Toma's patience appears to be endless. Lesser people might have run away screaming at the sight of the spider eyeball or at the abrupt approach but somehow, Toma isn't surprised anymore. Keaton's pockets could be lined with dragon balls and Toma wouldn't question it. The spider eyes do get a long look and Toma's eyes follow the ooze as it drips down.
One drop. Two drops. Is it just his imagination or do the leaves the ooze touch shrivel up a bit?
Hopefully, Keaton will wash his hands after all this. Or wash himself in general, fighting thirty spiders has clearly taken a toll on his personal hygiene.
Not that Toma should be throwing stones. He's sweaty, his upper arm has Wolfskin spit on it and he did fight some spiders of his own.
And now Keaton has gone and splashed some of the water running down his chest on Toma. Who uses the opportunity to ties his jacket around his waist and pull down the sleeve of his shirt. Bandages or no, it'll be better this way. Especially with Keaton crowding into his personal space as if he owns it, Toma feels the need to put up some sort of barrier. ]
It's different from what I am used to. Here-- [ The movement is fluid and lacks any amount of hesitation as Toma lifts the bow to hold it out for Keaton to inspect. It seems plain, wood carved into the correct shape. It's the string nocks which are different, gnarled roots keeping the string in place rather than regular, smooth wood. ]
As for your offer to go and find a spider... Don't you consider it dangerous? Or don't you think you've hunted enough, considering your... collection?
[ There it is, the flickering flame which keeps Toma alert at all times. The need to watch out for those he cares about and to step on their toes when they are about to do something fundamentally stupid. ]
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[ It's a good thing that Toma's patience appears to be endless. Lesser people might have run away screaming at the sight of the spider eyeball or at the abrupt approach but somehow, Toma isn't surprised anymore. Keaton's pockets could be lined with dragon balls and Toma wouldn't question it. The spider eyes do get a long look and Toma's eyes follow the ooze as it drips down.
One drop. Two drops. Is it just his imagination or do the leaves the ooze touch shrivel up a bit?
Hopefully, Keaton will wash his hands after all this. Or wash himself in general, fighting thirty spiders has clearly taken a toll on his personal hygiene.
Not that Toma should be throwing stones. He's sweaty, his upper arm has Wolfskin spit on it and he did fight some spiders of his own.
And now Keaton has gone and splashed some of the water running down his chest on Toma. Who uses the opportunity to ties his jacket around his waist and pull down the sleeve of his shirt. Bandages or no, it'll be better this way. Especially with Keaton crowding into his personal space as if he owns it, Toma feels the need to put up some sort of barrier. ]
It's different from what I am used to. Here-- [ The movement is fluid and lacks any amount of hesitation as Toma lifts the bow to hold it out for Keaton to inspect. It seems plain, wood carved into the correct shape. It's the string nocks which are different, gnarled roots keeping the string in place rather than regular, smooth wood. ]
As for your offer to go and find a spider... Don't you consider it dangerous? Or don't you think you've hunted enough, considering your... collection?
[ There it is, the flickering flame which keeps Toma alert at all times. The need to watch out for those he cares about and to step on their toes when they are about to do something fundamentally stupid. ]