[ Man-Spider turns his dark, many beady eyes on Kate while she speaks, listening, trying to fight back the spider instincts in him, and remembering Peter Parker.
He looks at her when she asks him whether he knows it's her, and then he flinches when she suddenly lets out an exclamation, but he's calmer now, and strangely docile for a giant eight-legged spider beast with pincers and dark eyes.
He rises to his full height and moves forward, looking for a clear-ish patch of dirt to scribble on. It's hard remembering who he is, let alone figuring out how to write with these many legs and claws, but at least he doesn't have to try (and fail) using a pencil.
The hairy beast pauses for a moment, thoughtful, before he begins to draw something in the dirt, scraping away at the blades of grass until three crude markings make themselves legible.
If Kate looks really hard, she'll be able to make out:
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He looks at her when she asks him whether he knows it's her, and then he flinches when she suddenly lets out an exclamation, but he's calmer now, and strangely docile for a giant eight-legged spider beast with pincers and dark eyes.
He rises to his full height and moves forward, looking for a clear-ish patch of dirt to scribble on. It's hard remembering who he is, let alone figuring out how to write with these many legs and claws, but at least he doesn't have to try (and fail) using a pencil.
The hairy beast pauses for a moment, thoughtful, before he begins to draw something in the dirt, scraping away at the blades of grass until three crude markings make themselves legible.
If Kate looks really hard, she'll be able to make out:
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