Weirdly... doesn't know how to really reply. He is appreciative, of course, but such gestures are so long departed from him that they might as well be alien.]
( seeing him look over the pages, properly pleased for it, makes wanda feel good about this last minute decision to find a book about spiders for him. she had been initially guarded about this tangled connection between the two, but she's quickly become fond of the familiarity it has brought for her.
to get to be herself without worrying about keeping secrets. )
I'm glad you like it.
( he'll be able to tell, the 'warm' feeling entangled in her essence, at his words. )
You are going to have to tell me which ones are your top five favorites once you've gone through it. Deal?
( it doesn't surprise wanda all too much, that he has a top one spider, but the fact that he's able to find it so quickly tells her exactly of how henry has been navigating this entire interaction, learning about the book, its contents.
[He keeps the page turned towards her, but even he knows this answer is not satisfactory enough. It even sounds a little childish, even if it's a good portion of the reason why.]
Elegant, deadly. Off-putting to most. Their very existence changes the ecosystem of where they reside... much like most spiders. But they're also shier than they seem.
[Hm. Relatable? Or at least, once upon a time, maybe.]
I used to keep many of these at home. My old home.
( since he is keeping the page turned toward her still, wanda takes a hold of the book and looks at it proper. just in time for him to describe it in his own words—specific words that seem fitting to the spider on the page. )
Shier, huh?
( yeah, she can definitely tell there's a relatability to them. she smiles softly at him, returning the book. it's his, after all. )
( a loud truck goes past them, so wanda doesn't get to reply to the (quite rhetorical) question of why would they?. this seems like a very henry thing, regardless, this connection he has with spiders.
there's also possibly the fact that if his powers had awakened as a child, 'communicating' to the spiders that he is a friend would have been rather easy.
wanda starts walking down the sidewalk, waiting for henry to follow along, as he speaks, before she asks, )
( it may be worrisome lore, but wanda sees it as nothing else but a reason to connect with henry some more. the fact that she died, that he had been taken away before it happened, it echoes a touch with her.
her brow furrows for a moment, lips twisting to the side, and she says, )
I had a brother, too. I was the youngest twin.
( huffing a little, trying to be brave (sure is more emotion than what henry showed talking about his younger sister), she wraps her arms around herself.
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at the mall.
there was a book store.
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[Just... because? What a wild concept, surely that cannot be right.]
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Weirdly... doesn't know how to really reply. He is appreciative, of course, but such gestures are so long departed from him that they might as well be alien.]
I see.
Thank you.
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should i drop it off in a secret location to pick it up , or do you prefer if i give it to you later ?
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see you soon , then ?
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[And indeed... he is heading there Right Now.]
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she glances at him, as he approaches her, and meets him halfway in the corner. )
Here you go.
( placing the book onto his hands, she's got a little cheeky smile on her face. )
It has a lot of pictures.
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He flips through it. Pages upon pages of glossy photos of spiders, eyes taking in every detail. Eventually, those same eyes flick back up to her.]
...Thank you.
[Words spoken sincerely, which mean a lot coming from Henry Creel.]
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to get to be herself without worrying about keeping secrets. )
I'm glad you like it.
( he'll be able to tell, the 'warm' feeling entangled in her essence, at his words. )
You are going to have to tell me which ones are your top five favorites once you've gone through it. Deal?
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Suddenly, he turns the book over, the page open on a glossy display of a black widow.]
I can show you my top one right now.
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she glances at the page. )
Black widows? ( should he tell him— ) Why?
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[He keeps the page turned towards her, but even he knows this answer is not satisfactory enough. It even sounds a little childish, even if it's a good portion of the reason why.]
Elegant, deadly. Off-putting to most. Their very existence changes the ecosystem of where they reside... much like most spiders. But they're also shier than they seem.
[Hm. Relatable? Or at least, once upon a time, maybe.]
I used to keep many of these at home. My old home.
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Shier, huh?
( yeah, she can definitely tell there's a relatability to them. she smiles softly at him, returning the book. it's his, after all. )
They never bit you?
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[He has Narrative Immunity. He takes the book back and looks down at the image again, oddly fond.]
I treated them with both kindness and respect. And I gave them homes; temporary ones, at least.
My sister hated them.
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there's also possibly the fact that if his powers had awakened as a child, 'communicating' to the spiders that he is a friend would have been rather easy.
wanda starts walking down the sidewalk, waiting for henry to follow along, as he speaks, before she asks, )
You have a sister?
( lore drop )
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I did.
[👏worrisome👏lore👏drop]
A younger sister. She died before I was taken away to the lab.
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her brow furrows for a moment, lips twisting to the side, and she says, )
I had a brother, too. I was the youngest twin.
( huffing a little, trying to be brave (sure is more emotion than what henry showed talking about his younger sister), she wraps her arms around herself.
she hedges, )
...what was her name?