[ There’s no preamble or warning—save his assurance over the crystals—but shortly after Isaac’s request, a large jar full of dead spiders shows up on his doorstep.
It would be really fucking creepy, if he hadn’t actually asked for them. ]
My job involves a lot of hanging around nasty old dusty places. I usually take some time, for instance, to poke around some of the rooms that are still deserted.
[ they're too small for his purposes (likely — check the purple one that doesn't look as though it ought to have been done growing), but that seems a poor thing to say for a favour done in apparent good faith.
difficult for even isaac to bristle at, like an apprentice's macaroni project. and not the most pressing question: ]
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It would be really fucking creepy, if he hadn’t actually asked for them. ]
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crystals;
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[ the spider cavalry. ]
Thank you. They'll do nicely.
[ they're too small for his purposes (likely — check the purple one that doesn't look as though it ought to have been done growing), but that seems a poor thing to say for a favour done in apparent good faith.
difficult for even isaac to bristle at, like an apprentice's macaroni project. and not the most pressing question: ]
And what else have you found?