“Where I come from, cigarettes and alcohol are really common. I remember to be a child when my grandparents gave me vodka for the first time.” His turn to laugh.
Interesting—Really interesting. A place where cigarettes almost don’t make difference… It’d be much easir for him if his own Earth was just like that, however, he’d have another addiction, probably. Maybe worse.
cigarettes aren’t the norm. they hardly exist, from what i know. i wouldn’t stress it though, i’m not one to judge. ” a friendly wink. “ you can trust me on that. ”
“I was about—about to get a cigarette, but I threw them all away. Don’t laugh…” He’s the one laughing, actually. These matters are heavy, but because there is a great deal of guilt due to the weight of the spider’s own decisions.
another individual, she doesn’t even have to do it to know that he was acting out of a subtle anxiety.
his aura practically exudes it like no one else’s business.
“It seems we have more than one thing in common.”
A frail chuckle is given as he searches his pocket for a pack of cigarettes. Oh fuck, he quit smoking hours ago. Damn it.
While Natalia seems thoughtful about the answer she gives, the spider in an existential crisis puts his hands in the pockets of his black jacket, then lets out a sigh, paying attention to her words.
glancing at sasha.
“ ah, well. i’m sort of from the same universe as your former spider leader. i just haven’t been … back home in a while. i’m just a witch, that’s all. ”
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Yeah , not sure about the whole pizza being your only meal part though .
❪ Rolls her eyes , then nudges him . ❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Spiders must live and die being heroes, it’s all they say around the Spider Society—but is it everything for them? There’s no choice or free will? Sasha is good at hiding from them.
“I wish I could care again. My world has no hope at all, so I won’t sacrifice more for them.”
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Wow , then you call me ' silly ' .
Congrats , you're eating healthy .
❪ Of course her tone is sarcastic , rolling her eyes at their words .
She was worried , yet , too proud to admit it . ❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“It’s a pleasure, Natalia. You can call me Sasha as well, uhm … It’s shorter.”
The retired spider gently takes her hand and leans in so he can apply a fast and soft kiss there.
His reality isn’t a good place—evil won, it’s chaotic and a dark place to be good. All his friends and allies are dead, so he lost his fighting will. A canonical event, they say: but it shouldn’t be lasting so long. Sasha doesn’t care.