Ophelia
youngsters should plan ahead
Ophelia grins after Dantalion's scurrying form, rocking on their heels idly as they keep track of the spiders visually, occasionally thumping their webbed stick against the siding to send one skittering in the other direction. Like herding freaky, infected, eight-legged cats.
Grinning like the devil, Ophelia sidles up alongside Danta to better estimate the best angle to scare the spider as their stick thumps along the wall in encouraging little beats. "Only ten? That's so nice of you!" And, growing bored of the spider skittering back and forth in front of the enclosure's opening, Phi uses the end of their stick to help it inside. It's a bit more of a fling, but there's no lost legs or spider guts, and it sails straight into the enclosure so Phi considers it a win. Though they certainly won't be helping to seal it up.
Grinning like the devil, Ophelia sidles up alongside Danta to better estimate the best angle to scare the spider as their stick thumps along the wall in encouraging little beats. "Only ten? That's so nice of you!" And, growing bored of the spider skittering back and forth in front of the enclosure's opening, Phi uses the end of their stick to help it inside. It's a bit more of a fling, but there's no lost legs or spider guts, and it sails straight into the enclosure so Phi considers it a win. Though they certainly won't be helping to seal it up.
otherwise they're good as dead
