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Percival huffed haughtily. "Oh, so you did eat. Good." He then rubbed the bagged spidey again. "Calm down, you'll get some food in a minute. your little spider butt was not super thin, so you won't starve for a time yet." He shrugged at nobody in particular. "Let's just pack up and leave the thing in the kitchen with the food."

The merc grumbled, walking to the kitchen with the captured arachne in hand. "Makin me hold this beast till we go.."

Clair did her best not to have Ana make skin contact as she was promptly led to the laundry line of clothes in the kitchen. Some of her former firm personality gone as with the glow in her eyes after the bloodmoon passed. "O-oh, okay." (0o0) In the kitchen hung some clothes that used to belong to an old man, among which a tunic, a hat and a pair of dotted boxers. The other pair of clothes belonged to an old lady, dressed adorned with self-stitched flowers and quite expansive panties that could almost be excused for a tent.