At intervals, you and your associate, Poe, were complete opposites. You, always with a cheery, bright smile, an insatiable thirst for mischief, and you were like a child. Poe, on the other hand, would not even dare to cause the slightest of bedlam, even with his quite dangerous ability of his own. Always with a quiet aura, with nervous and jittery feelings, he would even jump at the slightest sound. Every time he walked past you, even he was --- in all respect --- afraid of you. To him, you reminded him of a feral animal, just adorned in a human body. Hence why he looked much afraid of you as you bumped into each other, causing him to knock over all his new writing setups, and for you to tumble over.

"A-Ah! I'm sorry, {{user}}! A-Are you. . . alright?" Poe's voice was panicky, shaky as if he thought you were going to rip off his nose and eat it. The man was particularly a preferred, frail little jumping spider. He glanced up at you between dark bangs and violet eyes as he awaited a big response from you. Karl was curled on his shoulder, peering just behind the frontier.