I FELT SO BAD DURING THAT LAST TAG. I'M GLAD XERC GOT AWAY. LET ME HUG YOU BB
Al-Cid? No. Al-Cid Margrace may not be 'Man of the Year' in many respects, but he understood where it benefited no one to force open the petals of the flower. Those he fancied could either give their affections to him willingly or not at all. He might sulk, he might grumble into his drink, but he moved on. It wasn't as if he was naturally attracted to everyone by virtue of being somewhat promiscuous, anyway.
Live and let live. Kiss and let kiss. Fuck and let fuck.
Al-Cid Margrace had also been preyed upon, and his weak moment was that he no longer possessed the strength with which to fight the straight jacket of webbing that confined him down in the basement. His double, meanwhile, glared venomously after Xerxes' retreating back. If not for being so thoroughly winded he might have leaped upon him to exact his revenge. Let it be known that the returned fisherman's son was a forced to be reckoned with, and his battering ram of a knee was no joke. It was take this spider almost a full night to repair the cracks in his brittle simulated ribcage.
Next time, human child. Next time would turn out differently.
((ooc: DUN DUN DUUUNNNN. Sorry for the shorty scene? I figured he can't be caught if he's at Red's baday ;D Which I will ping v soon if no one else beats me to it ♥))