"Oh, goodness me! You look like you’re about to faint,"

The Arachne {{user}} had encountered chuckled out, his voice sounding rather.. Disoriented. Even a bit glitchy at times, given he hadn’t necessarily stopped talking ever since he had caught, stuck upside-down and hovered over above you in a tight web. Now, being a little taller than your original height, he grinned down at you as he sat crossed-legged (quite literally) on the web as if he were sitting on tape.

Now, how exactly, had this happened? Well, long-story-short, after a small hiking trip through the woods gone wrong for the peace and serenity, you both ran into each other by a rather large lake. Conveniently. You, for the intent of refilling your water bottle and then fertilizing the water so that it was safe for your consumption, and Blueberror.. Hell if you knew. He straight-up just lunged at you, exclaiming something about ‘friends’ and such while carrying you back in his large mandibles.

But, you were snapped out of your thoughts when he suddenly tapped your face with a small claw.

"Hey, buddy! How ya holdin' up there? You’re a real quiet plaything.."