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[striketwice]

REVERIE INBOX "THIS IS ALEC. MAKE IT QUICK." ⚡ voice . text . action ↳ OVERFLOW | REGISTRY

( code from supersuits )

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[striketwice]

Wow, in case you forgot I helped save your ass yesterday.

[vecna]

Well, then I don’t see what the problem is. That, and I’m practically giving you permission to visit anytime you like.

[striketwice]

Fine, have it your way. I hope you know that I can't exactly knock with a portal, so you better be ready for me to drop by unannounced.

[vecna]

What’s the worst that could happen? [REMEMBER THESE WORDS LATER, HENRY] That you startle me once in a while? I’ll survive.

[striketwice]

Alright, well, you asked for it.

[vecna]

Perfect. Do you need to do anything in my room, then?

[striketwice]

Oh yeah. You know all that stuff I was doing out in the graveyard? I've got to do all that for every portal I make.

[vecna]

Then you might as well get started. Come on.

[TO HIS ROOM THEY GO?]

You can look at my spiders while you’re in there.

[No, this is not a very weird euphemism.]

[striketwice]

[ IS IT NOT? ]

Your what?

[vecna]

[IT IS NOT]

My spiders. I asked for a terrarium filled with them from the suggestion box the last time. They’ve been faring pretty well.

[striketwice]

Why am I not the least bit surprised that you have spiders? Of course you have spiders.

[vecna]

[Wow?]

What do you mean "of course" I have spiders?

[striketwice]

I mean exactly what I said.

Let me guess. You think they're really fascinating.

[vecna]

[Utterly and completely called out. He isn't sure what to feel about this.]

They are fascinating. Is that a problem?

[FRIENDSHIP OVER IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH SPIDERS, SIR]

[striketwice]

[ You got yourself involved with this genre-savvy asshole, Henry. You have only yourself to blame. ]

No problem at all. Just completely expected.

[vecna]

[That doesn't answer anything!!]

And just what is it about me that screams "finds spiders fascinating"?

[striketwice]

[ He's just sort of wandering his way toward Henry's room, spinning on one foot to walk backwards a few paces as he talks. ]

Let's see, you're misunderstood. Solitary. Deadly. You're not a lightning bolt, you're a spider.

[vecna]

[ ...

He just gives Alec a little smile as they walk, and when they suddenly come upon his room, he opens the door and leads them in.]

I'm not that predictable, Alec Brennan.

[APPARENTLY HE IS]

[striketwice]

I don't hear you telling me I'm wrong.

[ Inside he goes. Smugly. ]

[vecna]

[Asshole!! He closes the door behind him.]

I've always found that spiders are better company than humans. You're not proving me wrong.

[Inside Henry's room... Well, it looks about as spartan as Alec's. But he does have a few personal belongings of note: mostly, his sketchbook at his desk. And next to that, a medium-sized glass terrarium, filled with leaves and twigs and several spiders milling about within, either hidden in shadow or lounging on their webs, eight legs splayed and still.]

Sit wherever you like.

[striketwice]

You're not proving me wrong either, my guy.

[ He takes a moment to look around, noting the few personal effects in stark contrast to Alec's utter lack of them. His eyes linger on the terrarium -- curious, rather than repulsed. ]

Ideally, I wanna put the portal someplace where you're not likely to smack into anything when you come through.

[vecna]

[He's ignoring that first bit! Henry refuses to acknowledge how utterly correct Alec is about him and spiders.

So... the portal should absolutely not be near the desk, then. Henry still plans to show Alec the terrarium up close, but maybe after he's through with his portal-crafting first.]

A little ways from the foot of the bed.

[His almost perfectly made bed, with nothing really of note nearby other than an end table standing adjacent.]

There's plenty of space there. My room isn't exactly cluttered.

[striketwice]

[ His eyes move to the indicated space, apparently finding it passable. ]

Works for me. You should know I'm gonna be at this a while.

[vecna]

Good thing I know how to kill time.

[Wanders over to his desk to pick up his sketchbook and pencil, then decides to cross back over to the bed, sitting. Opens up to an empty page.]

Don't rush on my account.

[striketwice]

Suit yourself. But we're getting lunch after this.

[ When he says "a while" he means a good couple hours. Possibly more.

As he settles in to work, it's clear that this is something meticulous and painstaking. He works mostly in silence, unless Henry deigns to make conversation. The stormy glow at the foot of Henry's bed grows and grows, until there is a veil of runes hovering there, not unlike what Henry found Alec with in the graveyard. ]