[The interruption would rankle him more if he weren't quite focused on one task, and he speaks from his spot still under the furniture, looking up at where the legs meet the bottom of the table. Nothing.
Scoots over a little to check under a chair. Not even the hint of an old web-]
There aren't any spiders here.
[Bluntly. As if this should be a halfway decent explanation, and might also shoo away someone who doesn't care about the subject enough to hang around.]
no subject
Scoots over a little to check under a chair. Not even the hint of an old web-]
There aren't any spiders here.
[Bluntly. As if this should be a halfway decent explanation, and might also shoo away someone who doesn't care about the subject enough to hang around.]
I don't see how that's possible.