fandomhigh | Creature Languages, 1/12, Period 3

A fishbowl-sized terrarium has been placed on Dream's desk, and students who look closely may notice a small brown arachnid within it, crouched between two rocks.

"Hello.

I have decided to start the term with a discussion with a creature who many of you might be wary of, a Brown Recluse Spider. Like all spiders, brown recluses are arachnids, not insects. This means they have only two body segments instead of three; a fused head and thorax (called a cephalothorax or prosoma) and an abdomen (called the opisthosoma), supported by an exoskeleton composed mainly of chitin.

Spiders also have eight legs (insects have six), no antennae, and their eyes are single lenses rather than compound eyes. Additionally spiders have pedipalps (or just palps), at the base of which are coxae or maxillae next to their mouth that aid in masticating food; the ends of the palp are modified in adult males into elaborate and often species specific structures used for mating.

In short? Do not refer to our guest, who you may call Aunt Nancy, as a "bug."

And do not fear her. Brown recluses bite only when disturbed, and she is bold for her breed. No harm will come to you from her."

As he speaks, Dream reaches into the terrarium and draws out the small brown spider. She crouches on his palm, then waves a foreleg.

//Hey there, children.//

"She is greeting you. I will interpret for the duration of class, but I believe you will pick up on her cues soon enough."

"As always, I am in my office after class."

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Blair laughed. "I've just never had one before and my mom says that their like, going to destory civilization as we know it. But they look all..." Blair sighed. "They don't seem all that evil."

Blair leaned forward and whispered, "No man, I need the wrappers to keep the gremlins away. Do you have some you could spare? Unless you're using them yourself or something."

Xnader snickered. "They might outlast civilization as we know it..." He fished in his backpack and pulled out another one, sliding it across his desk to Blair, all suave-like. "But they're not evil. Twinkies are a force for goodness and righteousness in the universe. Evil cannot bear the sight of their glowing golden goodness."

Xander looked down at the Twinkie wrapper, and back up at Blair. "You need..." Ohhhhhhh. Riiiiiight. Thaaaaaat. Xander grinned. He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. It was mean. Except... it wasn't like gremlins were actually dangerous. And the newbie was so fresh, young, and ~~cute~~ gullible... "Oh, yeah. The wrappers. No, it's all yours, dude. I've got a stockpile in my room. No gremlins getting near me. S'why I haven't been bit yet."

Blair poked the twinkie carefully, nodding at the crinkly wrapper. He slowly opened it and carefully tied that wrapper and the one from Xanders twinkie onto the strings of his hoodie. When he bounced, they made a satifying *crinkle*.

He lifted the twinkie up to face level and examined it closely. Turning it over, he checked out the base. He sniffed it delicately and frowned at the lack of smell due to his flu. Sticking out his tongue, he gently touched it to the tip of the twinkie for a second. He tilted his head as he savored the taste.

With a small sigh, he took a bite of the twinkie. The cakey outer layer was soft and bouncy in his mouth and the gooey creamy filling exploded over his tastebuds. He quickly ate the rest of the twinkie, then licked his fingers carefully for the last crumbs.

Licking his lips, he looked back at Xander. "Oh man, that...that was awesome!"

Xander was really, really good at clandestine. Like where no one who wasn't currently hiding under his desk could see him shift his leg and be very very glad for the existence of said desk.

"Would you... like a cigarette now?" he asked, his voice not actually breaking much. "Not that I have any. ~~Dammit.~~"

Blair bounced happily. "A cigarette? I don't smoke or anything. Do you usually have a cigarrette after eating twinkies? Man, those were good." Blair closed his eys and sighed. "So, like, when can I come to your room and get those wrappers?"

Xander wondered if he'd go to hell for feeding Blair a couple more Twinkies and then aiming him at... hmm. Parker?

"I don't smoke. But some people like to have cigarettes after... really good experiences. I hear."

Wrappers? The guy wanted more wrappers? Well, it wasn't actually untrue that Xander had a collection of them. Mostly in his Jeremiah-shaped wastebasket ~~and his deskdrawer and his jacket pocket and the table next to his bed~~, granted. But he could spend some time after class cleaning that collection up and making it look a little more ~~psychotic~~ realistic.

"Maybe stop by tomorrow after classes and clubs, if you're gonna be around?" Xander offered. "I'm gonna be out ~~somewhere vague and unplotty because my mun is offline and my fake roommate is having a meeting in the room so I can't be there-but-busy~~ tonight."

"Huh." Blair shrugged. "I've never really heard about that cigarette thing...but it's good to know!"

Blair shook the two wrappers he had tied onto his shirt. "Yeah, man. I think I'm going to need more in order for this to work. I can come by tomorrow anytime. I have homework to do, but I don't have any classes. ~~Just ping me on email when it's good or open a post, whatever~~"

Blair grinned and leaned forward. "Thanks a lot, man!"

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