Ch. 3 Hints

A total of two days had past since the 'incident' with the mysterious object. On the third, could finally walk past Spider without clearing his through and muttering, "ahem" in an awkward, unsocialized manner. However, what Spider found more unsettling was the lack thereof of Centipede's annoying tactics. He hadn't tried to tease her, mock her, or so much as speak more than a few words. It wasn't that he acted shy.. he just simply avoided her in a way that wasn't too obvious, but not ignorable either. Today was the day Miss Spider decided she would confront him.

"Oi, Angel fangs"

That was odd. Had Centipede gotten over whatever had so.. distant? Meanwhile, as Spider contemplated that thought, Centipede was wondering why no ill-response was given to him by Spider for the nickname. He shrugged it off, it must've been due to their lack of communication.

"Ay was wonderin', have ya' always had that many white stripes on your backend?" Centipede inquired as he leaned against the doorframe leading into the living room of the household. "I just counted twelve, but I could've sworn there were thirteen." The cheesy grin that spread across his face wasn't comforting.

Miss Spider's eyes narrowed viciously. She lifted her nose to the watchful insect and waved an arm at him absently. "Do not make me smack ju while James is home with a friend." She responded.

"Aw, but that don't answer my question, Sweet Legs! Guess I'll just have ta' keep a close eye on it ,eh?" Centipede said with a wink then spun on the heel of his boot to go find James and his friend from school. "Hey kid, where are ya?"

As Spider watched him leave, she fell into a moment of silence. She wasn't stupid, she knew very well that Centipede's inquiry had more meaning than concern. Either way, he certainly wasn't a romantic. In fact, he was a nuisance. A nuisance that needs to learn humility- She went on and on in her head about the 12-legged insects bad aspects, but not once did she realize what he had done. He was in her head now, whether it was sparked by something he said or by the lack thereof.

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SMACK

"Aw, but Long Legs! Ya' had some mud on your boot! I swear that's the only reason I was down there!"

"Iv that is true, I thank you, but I know it's not." She replied dully with an arched brow.

"Ah, fine! Do a favor an' get hit. I see how it is." The 12-legged insect murmured, then began making a chewing motion. He licked his dry lips and fidgeted awkwardly. He needed a cigar and bad. In fact, he depended on them more and more lately. Spider gave him a hint of concern in her face, but Centipede replied by giving her a smirk then dug his hand into his pockets. "'M goin' out, Angel fangs." He said as he turned around. The corner of his lips tugged downward, "need a smoke, ya know?"

Feeling slightly guilty, Spider attempted to reach out to him. "It's ven awhile since I've vad one myself.." She mentioned, hoping he'd cheer up at her inclination. However, Centipede merely glanced over his shoulder with a half smirk, half sad smile on his face, "If two of us go out there it'll smog up tha' place. Lemme go have a few minutes in paradise then you can have your turn, sound fair Long legs? Thought so."

With that said, Centipede left the kitchen and exited out of of their peach-seed home and pulled a cigar from his pocket. "Ello, gorgeous! Come ta' papa." He sang in a raspy voice then took a match from his back pocket and let the end of his life-savor.

Meanwhile Spider stared longingly at the door the other insect had just went through. What if that object Centipede gave her had more meaning than she'd realized? Per haps he was stressed over her lack of response or inquiry over the object. With this in mind, she was determined to find out just what said object was… and there was one bug in the house she knew had her answer. Mr. Grasshopper.

Miss Spider's boots tapped lightly against the wood floors of the peach-seed household. If she was correct, should be reading in his room. The arachnid knocked on the door, "? May I enter?" She called, then opened the door when a "Oh yes, of course" was heard.

She stepped inside to find the green insect sitting in an antique chair, one leg crossed over the other, and a rather lengthy book cracked open in his lap. He lifted his glasses and gave Spider a pleased look. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"I need to inquire something of vu, ..."

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Oh my goodness! Thank you all SO MUCH for pushing me! Without all of your replies, I know I wouldn't have gotten around to continuing this! You all encouraged me 3 Thank you again! I'm my own worse enemy when it comes to procrastination ; x ;

;D As thanks to pushing me, I'll give ya'll a hint for the next chapter: The title comes into play, hehe.