[She snorts a little at that, perhaps not entirely convinced. Her life is pretty strange right now; there's still a limit on how strange she can see it becoming.]
Oh, I remember. I didn't expect you to be scared off...
[It might not entirely be fair—but call it trial by fire.
Natasha stands, still holding his hand, and rounds the table to sit in the booth beside him. If he doesn't pull away, she guides his hand under the table and down to her lower leg, so he can feel the way her calf is pulling apart through the fabric of her skirt—like a bundle of four malformed spider legs held together by the remains of her human legs.]
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Oh, I remember. I didn't expect you to be scared off...
[It might not entirely be fair—but call it trial by fire.
Natasha stands, still holding his hand, and rounds the table to sit in the booth beside him. If he doesn't pull away, she guides his hand under the table and down to her lower leg, so he can feel the way her calf is pulling apart through the fabric of her skirt—like a bundle of four malformed spider legs held together by the remains of her human legs.]
Just maybe not interested.