#🕸️ desiree williams. —

[spiderhop]

@novaragno sent: looks at her nervously. ❝ ... knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock. ❞

The way that Felicity looks at her makes her raise a brow. A bubble is blown and popped, arms are crossed over her chest and Desiree can’t help but tilt her head to the side. Was she trying to tell her a joke? Why be so nervous about it? people were so difficult to get understand, but she’d humour her. Why not?

“…Uh, who’s there?”

[spiderhop]

@novaragno said: looks away.

“Oh, no. You’re the reason I’m drawing the line the first place.” Where’s your dignity, Felicity?

[spiderhop]

“You couldn’t pay me enough to be a part of some ‘Spider Society’ calendar.” Her hands are shoved into her pockets; the bubble she blows from her gum pops.

[spiderhop]

“What’re you doin’, huh?”

She peers over Hobie, looking over his shoulder and raising a brow curiously. Hands are stuffed into the pockets of her jacket, lips pursed to blow a bubble before it pops with a loud SNAP, before she goes back to chewing it, healing through her nose as she straightens her posture. Music had been turned off moments ago; boom box now placed by her feet before she sits next to him, another bubble blown and popped.

The whole Spider Society thing was stressful—bough there were a few good, interesting people here. Some who shared similar views; some who did what they wanted. Some she figured that she would get a long with. Desiree leans back, hands behind her to keep her propped up; chocolate gaze glancing over at Hobie briefly before looking upwards.

“I think I’m getting tired of this whole thing.”

// @arachstar // sc.

[spiderhop]

Unbothered. Moisturized. Happy. In my lane. Focused. Flourishing.