A bite-sized sequel to the previous prompt.

The prompt: A spider falls down person A's shirt. Person A is terrified and runs around wildly. Person B runs after Person A trying to help them.

"Finally done. Yes!" Ryuko turned to Mako and high-fived her. They had just completed spring cleaning; rugs vacuumed, floors washed, every nook and cranny dusted.

Ryuko sighed and wiped her forehead, duster still in hand. "Now we can– oh. Mako, can you grab the stepstool?" She had spotted cobwebs above the bookshelf in the corner.

She climbed onto the stepstool and swiped the cobwebs away. "There," she said, coughing as she hopped down from the stepstool. "Now we canaaaahh!"

Mako leapt out of the way of the flung duster as Ryuko bolted like a bee stung her.

"There's a spider on me!"

Mako squeaked and took off after her. "Ryuko-chan, wait, I can't help you while you're running!"

After running in circles for several minutes, Mako finally got a hold of a madly-squirming Ryuko, only to be dragged outside. She lost her hold bumping down the steps and thunked into the dirt, but was up in a flash, zooming after Ryuko and tackling her.

They rolled a few feet, Ryuko landing on her back with Mako on top of her.

"Stay still, it might be Felix's baby!"

"I don't care get it off of me!"

Mako yanked off Ryuko's shirt and shook it violently. A quarter-sized spider dropped to the ground and scurried away. "It's leaving. Everything's all right now, Ryuko-chan."

"Thank god for you, Mako. Seriously."

Busy watching the spider go, the face-pat Mako was aiming for resulted in a boob grab.

"Do you two have any modesty at all?"

"Satsuki-chan." Mako whipped around so fast she lost her balance and planted her other hand on Ryuko's chest to regain it. "You're here early."

"It's not what it looks like, Satsuki!" Red-faced, Ryuko bolted to a stand; Mako thumped to the ground. "We were cleaning the house, and–"

"I'd really rather not know." Satsuki walked over, picked up Ryuko's shirt and handed it back to her. "Why don't you get cleaned up and I'll meet you in town."

"Sure thing, Satsuki-chan. Come on, you can get a different shirt," Mako said to Ryuko, noticing her eyeing it with distrust.

"It's dirty, that's all."

They left their shoes outside and walked very carefully to the bathroom, lest they shed dirt. Ten minutes later they emerged, Ryuko zooming out of the house topless and Mako not far behind, clutching her shirt.

"Ryuko-chan, it was just a dust bunny, I swear!"