[The thing about insects is, they're extremely keen on their surroundings, and no matter how stealthy one may be, they can still feel the variations and shifts in the air and the earth - subtle vibrations and changes. Plus, those antennae are excellent at scenting things, and the musk of Foster's more, ah...nonhuman side is hard to miss, especially close up.
But Golisopod doesn't really move other than the faintest twitch of his antennae and the slow lift and fall of his carapace as he breathes. In fact, it looks like he hasn't noticed at all he's about to be touched...
But Guzma sure did.]
Wouldn't do that, homeboy, if y'plan on seeing t'morrow.
[Guzma opens his eyes, and his expression is dark, as he glaces down in his lap at Ariados, who has her eyes locked on Foster's hands, legs like taut springs ready to be loosed, and her fangs gleaming with a deadly venom...one that would be fatal in a place with no immediate antidote or even basic medical facilities. She is an ambush predator, after all, and sitting quietly and not making a sound her her specialty. Another inch and she may very well have sprung.
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But Golisopod doesn't really move other than the faintest twitch of his antennae and the slow lift and fall of his carapace as he breathes. In fact, it looks like he hasn't noticed at all he's about to be touched...
But Guzma sure did.]
Wouldn't do that, homeboy, if y'plan on seeing t'morrow.
[Guzma opens his eyes, and his expression is dark, as he glaces down in his lap at Ariados, who has her eyes locked on Foster's hands, legs like taut springs ready to be loosed, and her fangs gleaming with a deadly venom...one that would be fatal in a place with no immediate antidote or even basic medical facilities. She is an ambush predator, after all, and sitting quietly and not making a sound her her specialty. Another inch and she may very well have sprung.
Hand to yourself, honey.]