Innocence
[starter for @kxwxiialphys aaaaaaaa] He flicked burned out cigarettes one after another after another into the dirt, stomping out the cherries with the steel toe of his boot. He didn’t quite know why he was stalling, or what made him falter. Finally, a good half pack later, he turned, entering the lab with his hands in his pockets. He whistled softly, a trilling sound, trying to pinpoint where the doctor was as he jammed the door shut behind himself. This is what Muffet had wanted. And he wasn’t one to deny her anything. He wondered if the Queen knew about this, and if he would be hung for alternate treason when he returned.















