>>5684510The name’s alien essence wears off and suddenly you feel an odd feeling of nostalgia to it and a feeling of personal attachment. Yeah your name. Given to you by…..I mean it must have been your mom right? It sounds familiar feels familiar but doesn’t seem right somehow. Everything just feels off today. The spider tilts her head noticing your wooden fingers twitching and clacking against the table. A fidget you’ve had for as long as you remember.
One that your mom can see in an instant, she can pick up on the smallest detail of a persons body language and guide the situation to how she sees fit. A trick you’ve picked up on, but still aren’t great at.
“Thistle, something on your mind?” Muffet asks her voice dropping its playfulness for a moment in genuine concern. It’s been a while since she’s seen her sapling so deep in thought.
“Nothin’ Ma, had a weird night is all.” You lie, not wanting to add more stress than what she’s already got piled on from having to run a bakery on her own.
After Ma’s more…liberal approach to acquiring fund’s, she’s not exactly loved by the bitter snitches of the town.
“Is it about your little scheme last night? Cause darling you have nothing be ashamed of! You made me proud!” Muffet says with a giggle as she munched on a webbing themed donut which was slightly dusted in a cobweb, Y’know for flavor.
“I mean, yeah that human spray fiasco got my like over a hundred bucks. But I’m pretty sure Mrs.Toriel wants to punch me after putting Kris through that stigma.”
Thistle remembers yesterday as it was the day he had to stop his “human-away” spray stand.
