well I live with Snakes and Lizards

[Having seen John naked several times over he just waltzes on in!]

Here. Don't know how many you'll need, but I hope it's just constipation.

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[knock on the front door]

[ooc: I'm stuck at the reading of DOOM. You have me for 20 minutes]

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[That could not have been Cori.]

Fuck me, I hope so too.

[He takes the milk, then...]

TURN OFF THE LIGHT. I AM NOT IN HERE.

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[Shutting the bathroom door right snappy! Then he answers the front door.]

Saya.

[ooc: Saya, John, Cori, tis the order!]

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Corinthian. Sorry about the delay. My dinner tried to run away.

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[He makes sure the light is off!

Silence. Silence. Silence. Keep silent and listen...]

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I presume you caught it. Can we make this quick?

[Note there is in fact an absence of hobo.]

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[she notes! and says nothing]

Very well.

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[dissolves; half crawl up up up Cori, and the other half chill out on the walls. A couple start prodding at Bastardino, checking out what to do. One sits on Cori's hands and starts...moving. Tapping. Morse code?]

S-T-A-Y-S-T-I-L-L

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[John can sense what is going on. He does not like it, but he's not going to come out with his trousers down either.

He scowls, but waits!]

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Oh fuck. You're recluse.

[He recognizes her species, having spent much time in the south. Nevertheless he stays still, even as the skittering in his hair tickles.]

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[five gather around the cactus; they're discussing something. They start to pick - carefully, with forelegs, no venom. After a moment a couple burrow to get at the roots]

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[John wants to ask if Cori's alright, but no, there he is on the bog, listening to his breathing, waiting for the laxative to take effect (preferably when Saya is gone). He can hear the spiders, can they sense him?]

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It feels like bleach.

[Tingly and mildly uncomfortable. He notes to the spiders whether they can hear him or not, teeth eyes shut. Cori doesn't want to eat any part of Saya by mistake.]

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[a couple of the spiders break off from the crowd and squeeze under the door to the bathroom and inspect the goings-on in there; the main group, though, seems to be offering opinions. The five working on Cori's head start pushing roots up and out. The one on Cori's hand reassures him]

A-L-M-O-S-T-D-O-N-E

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[Constantine, in the dark, can make out a few skittering shapes dancing in the light under the door... in his direction. Well then -- let us fall back on an excuse. John pulls up his trousers then hunches forward to make himself look like he's doing something that requires a dark room.]

I know who you buggers are. Don't think it'd be safe for you to watch.

[Being covered in roaches is nothing for him. Nothing wrong with a few spiders!]

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[Paraplanti, periplaneta, or whatever the hell John called them. Cori was no expert at such magic.]

Move it to the pot if you can.

[He gestures to the empty pot on the kitchen counter, a gift from Elle Driver turned into a weapon by the Swamp Thing.]

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[John's spider's aren't buying; they skitter up the walls, inspect, then take off back through the door]

[The others gather and manage to lift the tiny cactus up. The other half spring into action, webbing a little net for it]

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[reforms and plucks it out of the web, cradling it by the thing webbing]

There it is, then. All done.

Tell John that he should try some laxative.

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[John, well... He isn't going to be going anytime soon he feels.

Who was he fooling? The lights come on. The door opens.]

Oh, you got it out.

[Then he scowls.]

You will not tell anyone.

[That is a subconsciously direct order.]

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Tried it. Don't tell anyone.

[He chimes in with the appearing Constantine while she balances the cactus. Cori holds his hands out for it, to repot poor Bastardino/Bastardina.]

Thanks.

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Not a soul. Relax.

[smiles and hands Cori Bastardino]

You have an interesting head. Thank you for the experience.

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[John's leaning on the doorframe, casual and cool with what little dignity he can scrap up. Oh well.]

That's not the only part of him that's interesting, I promise you.

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[His head appears wounded but not like that of the flesh; upon closer inspection of his scalp the top appears almost like a mess of sand and dirt in his hair. Bad case of dandruff, he could call it.]

You're welcome based on the presumption I haven't been lobotomized.

[Fortunately the Corinthian would know were a spider left in his cranium.]

I don't suppose you could do much for him.

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