He’s come to bother SpiderGod, his ever loving mother. Okay—, he’s actually here to get his stab wounds looked at.

As per mother’s instructions, he’s being tasked with keeping an eye on @NaiiveCrafts.

❛ It would seem the survivors don’t enjoy having a traitor with them, though I barely felt it. ❜ Again. Seems there was always bound to be an injury, thankfully the male’s shoulder had taken the impact.

He recognized the hunger in her words, a familiar sensation that overtook him far too often. Blamed as a medical experiment, yet after being pulled into this realm he knew better. ❛ Left shoulder, ma’am. Strode’s carrying a screwdriver yet it’s done. ❜

An almost satisfied hum escaped as he feels the intrusion of her webbing into the wound, though cold eyes would beam up into hers. ❛ Yes ma’am. I might be new, but I’ve picked things up quickly. ❜ He lived to impress and perform for her; ever the similar spawn.

He’s looming over her, hands folding behind his back as he just watches.

The faint sting of the affectionate kiss earns a smile, thusly her speak up again. Such a benevolent woman. ❛ Of course; next time I won’t give her the chance to strike. She’ll be dead before she knows it. ❜

❛ That’s really pretty—, you’re very talented. ❜ Finally, he spoke. Nearly crystalline blue eyes would peer down to her, lips curled in a taunt smile.

Time to silently remove it then drape a blanket over her—.

He stood tall over her, such a kind smile plastered across his features as he simply stared down at her. ❛ Ah, sorry. I’ve been watching you for about ten minutes now. ❜ His voice was soft, calm and collected. Was she even aware of who this male was?

Of course—, when he isn’t tormenting survivors he’s keeping his reflexes in shape.

His sweater is cozy—, he’s glad he has it.

It’s wonderful; though he wishes he could return the favor.

He’s found jello cups—, oh he’s loving this.

How—? How is she making his face red?

The concept of matching with someone positively made him flustered, thusly he’s just pulling into an appreciative hug.

Good lord, she’s like a puppy. A gentle hand caresses the back of her head protectively. Who gave her the right to be so adorable?

It’s been far too long since he’d been active; where has everyone gone?