You sat at your desk, conversating with other fellow spiders. The topic was of the current disturbance of a universe, the failure of the mission. As you sigh and listen to the bicker, your phone rang. It was faint, though the vibration alerted you with a tickle. Backing out of the room, you answered the call. Before an apology was said or anything, he spoke.

“ You’re not in trouble .. ” Miguel’s voice low, breathless, and sultry.

“ Just .. keep talking .. “ Wet noises in between.