@"Tanau"
Shikkanuka really didn't like going shopping. He didn't fit very well in a lot of places, he was shy, and being in public put anyone with even the slightest fear of spiders at serious risk. He really really really didn't want to scare anyone.
He also didn't want to starve, though, and he couldn't afford to hire someone to go out and get food for him. And so there he was, wedged into the aisle of a supermarket that REALLY SHOULDN'T BE SO BUSY THIS LATE IN THE NIGHT why couldn't he just curl up and die in lonely misery. It really was quite late; he had forced himself to stop here after a gig because his fridge had basically two stalks of celery and some butter and nothing else.
The only reason he had celery left still was because he'd forgotten about it when he'd thrown everything else into a stew. He was not much of an herbivore; he was a spider.
From the waist down, anyway. All giant bright orange, slightly hairy eight-legged monstrosity down there. The rest of his spiderlingness he could mostly hide with clothing (when it wasn't irritating his skin, like now, leaving angry red welts all across his neck) and the hair he had carefully combed over his eyes.
He also felt that it was extremely surreal to be a giant half-spider creature pushing a shopping buggy down the snack foods aisle looking for cookies on sale.
Shikkanuka really didn't like going shopping. He didn't fit very well in a lot of places, he was shy, and being in public put anyone with even the slightest fear of spiders at serious risk. He really really really didn't want to scare anyone.
He also didn't want to starve, though, and he couldn't afford to hire someone to go out and get food for him. And so there he was, wedged into the aisle of a supermarket that REALLY SHOULDN'T BE SO BUSY THIS LATE IN THE NIGHT why couldn't he just curl up and die in lonely misery. It really was quite late; he had forced himself to stop here after a gig because his fridge had basically two stalks of celery and some butter and nothing else.
The only reason he had celery left still was because he'd forgotten about it when he'd thrown everything else into a stew. He was not much of an herbivore; he was a spider.
From the waist down, anyway. All giant bright orange, slightly hairy eight-legged monstrosity down there. The rest of his spiderlingness he could mostly hide with clothing (when it wasn't irritating his skin, like now, leaving angry red welts all across his neck) and the hair he had carefully combed over his eyes.
He also felt that it was extremely surreal to be a giant half-spider creature pushing a shopping buggy down the snack foods aisle looking for cookies on sale.