topanga reaching out [feeding bugs]

  • It was a childish fear, to be afraid of solitude. To freeze at the thought of being alone, if only for a minute or two. Yet it was a phobia that Theo suffered from on a daily basis, and would deal with tenfold before he admitted this to anyone else. When the urge to socialize struck and he couldn't itch it, the ever-smiling ball of sunshine became a twitchy, nervous mess, reduced to a puddle of mild anxiety. Was that an oxymoron or what? Maybe it was because the kid couldn't stand himself, or something equally self-deprecating like that, but whatever the reason, Theo liked to be surrounded with faces, either familiar or unfamiliar. His solution- or substitution, rather, for his little problem was a living bug collection. Creatures that he could talk with at any time of day, even if they offered no words of wisdom in return. It was nearly midnight, but Theo found himself oddly restless. He couldn't fall asleep, for every time- every. single. time. that his eyelids closed, a nightmare appeared before them. He couldn't stand it. So dragging his sluggish body from the all too comfortable bed, the child wandered over to his row of terrariums, watching with a weighted tongue as Sally, his tarantula, crawled around her habitat. Just looking at her hairy form made him smile, albeit he still looked horribly tired. "Hey Sal', you ready for a late night snack?" He mumbled, waiting for a response that would never come before pulling out a container of grasshoppers. Most of them had stopped trying to escape their glass prison a long time ago, but some of the new arrivals were still fighting the hand that fed them to something else. Plucking a big 'un from the batch, he opened Sally's terrarium and dropped it inside, watching with a lukewarm expression as the poor thing got consumed. He then turned to the rest of his pets, raising an imaginary eyebrow. "How 'bout the rest of you fellas? Anyone hungry?" Hopefully the task of filling everyone's stomachs would allow him to get some shut-eye, assuming that no one noticed his light was on and decided to come wandering inside. Not that he wouldn't mind some company his own size.

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  • Diarmuid wasn't really a curious person- not about other people, anyway, so it was mostly by mistake that he wandered into Theo's space, bright when most people were asleep. Presumably, at least; if Diarmuid knew anything, there'd probably be several other people to show up, curious as to what the hell was happening because no one ever kept a consistent schedule. Most of them most likely weren't feeding...bugs, either. The feline wasn't squeamish, or particularly scared of spiders and the like, but seeing them eat was a whole other ballpark.


    Jesus, that was gross.


    "What do you get out of keeping them in here? Not worried they'll stage an escape and eat your sleeping body?"

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    "that's a huge ass tarantula, theo." came sel's tiny voice, laden with amazement and awe as she watched the vicious predator take down its prey with her eyes wide. personally, she'd seen some crazy bugs in the harrow desert, like giant rainbow beetles and menacing centipedes, but she never thought to keep them as pets. what an ingenious idea! but diarmuid had a valid point. she turned to him, nodding in agreement. then back at theo. "that's true. i mean, spiders are pretty smart." she gave out a snicker and peered amongst the rest of his creature collection.

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