Tarantulas is still chewing on that when the shopkeeper comes back -- and then Chris is finishing their transaction and leaving before he's made up his mind whether or not he should call them back. Would that be a social faux pas? It might have been, on Cybertron...
Well, he can't just walk out without getting what he came here for! "Yes, thank you," he says, holding onto his manners by the skin of his brand-new teeth as he dumps the shawl, a shirt, and two pairs of woolly socks onto the counter. Toes are terrible, he's discovered. They get cold much too easily.
He's jittering slightly as the shopkeeper tallies up his purchases and gives him a total, and forgets entirely to enjoy the novelty of not having to pay for shipping and handling as he pushes the brass into her hand and then takes off, calling a brief, "Thank you! Goodbye!" over his shoulder as he dives for the door.
Too late! A human that height should still be visible from street-level, but they must have turned a corner -- Tarantulas can't spot them at all. He fidgets for a moment, considering whether to transform and climb up to the roof -- but no. Stalking people, following them around without their knowledge...that's Old Tarantulas behavior. He's trying to reinvent himself right now. The New Tarantulas behaves himself.
This does not, however, stop him from bouncing over with a gleeful little squeak when he spots Chris across the room at the Oak & Iron later that day, during the dinner hour. "Ah, hello again!" he says, his husky voice cracking slightly in his excitement. "I bought it!" Yes indeed: he's wearing the shawl right now, wrapped around his shoulders and his upper two spider legs. They get cold too, you know.
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Tarantulas is still chewing on that when the shopkeeper comes back -- and then Chris is finishing their transaction and leaving before he's made up his mind whether or not he should call them back. Would that be a social faux pas? It might have been, on Cybertron...
Well, he can't just walk out without getting what he came here for! "Yes, thank you," he says, holding onto his manners by the skin of his brand-new teeth as he dumps the shawl, a shirt, and two pairs of woolly socks onto the counter. Toes are terrible, he's discovered. They get cold much too easily.
He's jittering slightly as the shopkeeper tallies up his purchases and gives him a total, and forgets entirely to enjoy the novelty of not having to pay for shipping and handling as he pushes the brass into her hand and then takes off, calling a brief, "Thank you! Goodbye!" over his shoulder as he dives for the door.
Too late! A human that height should still be visible from street-level, but they must have turned a corner -- Tarantulas can't spot them at all. He fidgets for a moment, considering whether to transform and climb up to the roof -- but no. Stalking people, following them around without their knowledge...that's Old Tarantulas behavior. He's trying to reinvent himself right now. The New Tarantulas behaves himself.
This does not, however, stop him from bouncing over with a gleeful little squeak when he spots Chris across the room at the Oak & Iron later that day, during the dinner hour. "Ah, hello again!" he says, his husky voice cracking slightly in his excitement. "I bought it!" Yes indeed: he's wearing the shawl right now, wrapped around his shoulders and his upper two spider legs. They get cold too, you know.