Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170704201937/@comment-28358106-20170720024842

(Flame) "Okay...goodnight..."

The clerk watches Nia leave. He sighs, slumping into a chair, and is still for a long time as he stares at the floor. The only source of light, a small lamp, throws the shadow of his desk in a wide circle around him.

...But a pair of large eyes glitters, watches him from a dark corner. They belong to a Jumping Arachne, and she trembles with nervousness as she watches him, clutching some binders to her chest, her dainty arms having a difficult time wrapping around them. She whispers to herself.

"Okay, now's your chance. You've been waiting for this night for weeks, you've been working with him all night, and now you have the perfect moment.  Just go up to him, and tell him how you feel..."

She crawls down the wall from her perch on the top of the bookshelf. Slowly she creeps across the tops of the shelves, crawling down the last one until she is on the desk right behind him. Quivering with fear, she takes a deep breath, and clears her throat in her tiny voice.

"...Ahem..."

And the clerk shouts in fear, falling backwards in his chair with a crash.