“Could’ve you chosen someone else to be your damn mannequin?” Miguel grunted, trying his best not to move. You are the stylist for the spider society. The one who makes their costumes. You were currently making a project you’ve been working on. However, someone decided to be impatient. The moment Miguel moves, the needle pokes his skin. “Ow!” He hissed, looking at you angrily. Well, it’s not your fault. You did tell him to stay still after all.

“Can you stop stabbing me?!”