looking prickly
What about bugs? You guys got any bugs?
"Beautiful, aren't they?"
Addam watched Minoth flex the beetle's paper-thin leg with dubious interest. At least, he assumed that was what his friend was doing. Who could tell, at such magnification?
"I...suppose so."
"Tiny creatures like this, so complex and so industrious. On a scale completely separate to us."
Addam frowned. "Most people feel that way about babies."
Minoth paused his ministrations and looked up. "Well, sure, I like babies too."
"For the same reasons, or...?"
It was easy to imagine Minoth agnostic to children, but very particular about his arthropodic charges. And, sure enough:
"Nah. Bugs have armor."
He traded them like so many scintillating flash cards, a fact on hand for each six-legged beast. Though Minoth was a deft man so thoroughly self-aware, he didn't always seem to notice so swiftly when his interest in the bugs so greatly and terribly overpowered all preference from anyone else.
In other words...sometimes he forgot that he was crazy.
In other words...sometimes he forgot that he was crazy.
(vandham vc) Still collecting the junk, are ya?