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[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

[ guess who bought himself a nice, bad-ass silk shirt with the money he pilfered? Come on, guess 8> GUESS.

THIS GUUUUYYYYYY and he looks damn fine in it, and quite jubilant. He hasn't been able to afford something this nice in a long time so he is just one just smugstorm over here, grinning to himself while he scours the Red Light District. Because when you have money you know what else you totally need to do?

Buy hookers. ]


[ ooc; OPEN TO THE TOWN, EVENING-STYLE ]

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[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

[ ....H's starting to think his welcome might be a bit worn out now, yep. And he'll respond accordingly pretty much right away, backing up off the bed and scooting quickly toward the window as he struggles to pull himself back from his half-formed state ]

Y, you asssshole! That was my ssshirt! [ but he's not gonna say more than that because the look tek is giving him? not too great )8;; he's going to hiss once more, but after that? FUCKIN' PEACE. he's crawling out of there so fast. ]

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[...goodness.


WELL.

This encounter didn't go exactly as planned. Shifting back to human form helps gets rid of enough of the webbing to be able to actually see and move, but... it's still on him. ...It's in his hair!

He takes a minute to look around at the carnage-- furniture knocked over, ruined sheets hanging off the bed, webs, holes from the acid pockmarking walls and ceiling and floor...]

...Damn.

[and then--right. They made a lot of noise, and he does not want to deal with anyone else right now, so... he's leaving enough time for the spider to scuttle off somewhere, before he follows his lead and crawls out the window too.

He has a canal to go jump into, and then a hot shower to stand in for a couple hours. B\]