#the-tarantula

Franklin was bent over on hands and knees in his bedroom closet, looking for the book that he could have sworn was somewhere in there when he hears the quiet pitter-patters. Cocking his head to the side, he turns his head to see the tarantula in the doorway just... watching him. Well, that was unexpected. How unnerving. "...Whatcha doing, Anansi?" He lets himself flop down onto his butt, eyeing the spider as he extends a hand out to it in an offer to hold it.

[Ahhh! Thank you, thank you! <3]

The kitten falling asleep practically in the tarantula's arms makes FDR scoff, but it occurs to him that the two of them being asleep meant they weren't going to get into any more trouble. Which meant he could sleep too. With a low hum of happiness, he nuzzles his face into the pillow, only briefly missing the warmth of Covelo pressed against his side like he normally was while he slept before he falls asleep as well.

FDR watches in disbelief as the two animals nuzzle each other, rolling his eyes as Covelo lets out a happy mewl. "Get a room, guys, seriously." Flopping back down on the couch, he curls up, tugging a fuzzy blanket over himself. "Bah. I'll just cuddle with myself then." The words are completely ignored as Covelo starts purring, the kitten's eyes closing slowly as he gets sleepier and sleepier.

"...Okay, that's just weird looking." FDR stares at the pair, shaking his head as Covelo starts purring and nuzzling more into the tarantula. "...What is happening."

FDR stands up with a yawn, stretching his arms over his head as he does so. "Why do I feel like one of you is going to wind up getting hurt?" He grins as the tarantula and kitten bump heads as he lets his hands fall back down to his sides. "Or maybe not. Maybe you'll both just be clumsy dorks together. No offense." Covelo mews quietly then leans forward to sniff Araña, gently nosing the tarantula's back in curiosity.

FDR watches the spider's great escape in amusement, and he blinks in surprise when it jumps ship. "I thought you were going to conquer the great beast, Anansi?" The kitten mewls and turns his head to examine the tarantula now that he could see him again, making FDR shake his head. "I feel like this could be the premise of a show. The tarantula meets the kitten. Tune in next week to see when the kitten decides to use the tarantula as a chew toy."

FDR cracks up laughing all over again as the tarantula climbs even further up, and it's made worse when he sees the spider's legs resting on Covelo's head. "You can't steer him like he's a car, Anansi, really, c'mon." Covelo's eyes flick up to try to see what's on his head but he fails and simply mews again, lifting a paw to swipe at his face. "He's going to knock you off of him sooner or later."