Talk:Arachne/@comment-26948101-20160130031725/@comment-27013779-20160130043230

I go out and hug her. I knew then that it was wrong of me to have eavesdropped, but if I hadn't I wouldn't have been able to comfort her like I am now. She soon whips away her tears and we get back to work. Over the next few months, I began to hang out a lot more with Hama, volunteering to help her at her house for a few things, and such things as just to keep her company.We would laugh and poke fun of each other sometimes too, I woulds tease her about her granny-style crocheting, she would tease me about my grampa pose while doing a crossword puzzle, and together we would laugh and talk about the many things we would do before we would reach that age.

One day, Hama's birthday had arrived and I hadn't known anything about it until the day of. Rushing off during my lunch hour, I arrived back with a neatly wrapped gift of new crochet needles and fabric colorant with a small pair of bifocals to be funny. However, she found me in the break room and shyly poked a red papered box my way, saying it was a gift. I explain that, it should be her that gets a gift on her birthday, but she insisted I open it, saying that depending on how I would react to the gift, it would be the greatest gift she ever got. I open it up to see that it is a pair of Arachne silk mittens and a small crossword puzzle book, my name stenciled to them.

I look at her in utter bafflement, knowing fully well what a gift of arachne silk signified, but as I was about to speak, I was struck by her sudden but bashful kiss, almost knocking the wind from my lungs. There she asked me if I wouldn't mind going out and try to be a couple, to which I replied that I would be honored to and that I would do more than just try for her.

To this very day, with her dusting around the house and sitting in her chair, crochet needles in hand, and a yearning look in her eyes, I am happy that I got the chance to have Hama all to myself.

-Carthois