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amiserablepileofwords — Monster who's offended you think them a coldblooded killer. Do they look like a reptile to you?
Content warning: large insect, descriptions of insect physical features and sounds
'Babe' and their girlfriend are back! Fun fact: Centipedes don't have blood (they have hemolymph).
Initially, the misguided reeve was unsettled more by the motions of the forty metre long glossy dark centipede than the chittering, until the chittering started to echo off the stonework walls of the alley. She looked nervously behind her shoulder at the busy main street of town that was luckily not yet paying much mind.
The centipede’s girlfriend translated. “One, do I look like a reptile to you? And two, you think I have blood? Ugh!”
The reeve grimaced and shook her palms at the centipede’s girlfriend, who frowned and directed her to address the centipede. “No, no, there’s just—“
“What, am I a suspect?” The centipede’s girlfriend glared at the centipede and hissed, “Don’t interrupt. This interpretation shit is hard.”
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, the reeve scratched the back of her head. “Well, no. Monsters aren’t ‘suspects’ per se.”
This time the thunderous chittering did catch the attention of the main street. The centipede’s girlfriend was too busy also yelling at the reeve to translate. “Are you kidding me? Does this town have something against monsters? If a unicorn that spoke your language walked in here and killed a guy, would they be a suspect? Or just a monster?”
The reeve was flabbergasted by both shouting individuals, and both the hypothetical laid out and the reminder that yes, a unicorn could kill a guy. In fact, a unicorn killing a guy would look a lot like a centipede killing a guy in this instance. “Alright, alright.” They looked back at the crowd amassed at the entrance to the alley. “Just, uh, tell me how to find you in the event we need to talk to you.”
The centipede’s girlfriend leaned towards the much quieter chittering, with considering nods. After passing along the information that she knew was fake, she set a calming hand against a plate of the centipede’s body as they walked away together. Once distant from the alley, she asked, “You totally killed that guy though, right?”
The centipede’s girlfriend chuckled at both the reply and the attached sentiment that, if anyone was coldblooded, the guy sure was now.
amiserablepileofwords — Monster who's offended you think them a coldblooded killer. Do they look like a reptile to you?Content warning: large insect, descriptions of insect physical features and sounds
'Babe' and their girlfriend are back! Fun fact: Centipedes don't have blood (they have hemolymph).
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Initially, the misguided reeve was unsettled more by the motions of the forty metre long glossy dark centipede than the chittering, until the chittering started to echo off the stonework walls of the alley. She looked nervously behind her shoulder at the busy main street of town that was luckily not yet paying much mind.
The centipede’s girlfriend translated. “One, do I look like a reptile to you? And two, you think I have blood? Ugh!”
The reeve grimaced and shook her palms at the centipede’s girlfriend, who frowned and directed her to address the centipede. “No, no, there’s just—“
“What, am I a suspect?” The centipede’s girlfriend glared at the centipede and hissed, “Don’t interrupt. This interpretation shit is hard.”
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, the reeve scratched the back of her head. “Well, no. Monsters aren’t ‘suspects’ per se.”
This time the thunderous chittering did catch the attention of the main street. The centipede’s girlfriend was too busy also yelling at the reeve to translate. “Are you kidding me? Does this town have something against monsters? If a unicorn that spoke your language walked in here and killed a guy, would they be a suspect? Or just a monster?”
The reeve was flabbergasted by both shouting individuals, and both the hypothetical laid out and the reminder that yes, a unicorn could kill a guy. In fact, a unicorn killing a guy would look a lot like a centipede killing a guy in this instance. “Alright, alright.” They looked back at the crowd amassed at the entrance to the alley. “Just, uh, tell me how to find you in the event we need to talk to you.”
The centipede’s girlfriend leaned towards the much quieter chittering, with considering nods. After passing along the information that she knew was fake, she set a calming hand against a plate of the centipede’s body as they walked away together. Once distant from the alley, she asked, “You totally killed that guy though, right?”
The centipede’s girlfriend chuckled at both the reply and the attached sentiment that, if anyone was coldblooded, the guy sure was now.
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