[There's a soft chittering sound, almost like a spider clicking it's mandibles together. The fuzztits always get 'em. Beef boy here has some pretty nice pecs himself, ones Angel wouldn't mind getting his multiple hands onto. And why not -- if this was a society he'd need to contribute to or whatever the fuck, he might as well get started, right? Right.
So, shaking his head, looking at the cow dude upside-down, Angel folds a set of arms beneath his head, wagging a finger.] Now, now, let's be scientifically accurate, hm? I only got two legs.
[A pause, then Angel lifts one long, looooong leg up, bending at the knee slightly.] One. [He spreads the other one far apart, knee off the bed, little fluffy spiderpaw almost touching the ground. Angel's wearing some long loose tunic-y thing, the hem riding up dangerously high. He smirks.] Two.
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So, shaking his head, looking at the cow dude upside-down, Angel folds a set of arms beneath his head, wagging a finger.] Now, now, let's be scientifically accurate, hm? I only got two legs.
[A pause, then Angel lifts one long, looooong leg up, bending at the knee slightly.] One. [He spreads the other one far apart, knee off the bed, little fluffy spiderpaw almost touching the ground. Angel's wearing some long loose tunic-y thing, the hem riding up dangerously high. He smirks.] Two.
See?