Connor's head followed the initial shot, pausing each moment in time to calculate its trajectory, the way it reacted with air, and how it adhered to the wall to splay out into a distinctly arachnid pattern. However, merely seeing wasn't believing, especially when the mysterious substance was low enough to touch.
"Web-shooters." He repeated, approaching the curious formation on the wall. He rubbed his two forefingers over the hardening substance, ending up with some sticky white residue on the pads of his digits. Without thinking twice, he pressed it to his tongue like it was sugar.
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Date: 2018-12-14 04:50 am (UTC)"Web-shooters." He repeated, approaching the curious formation on the wall. He rubbed his two forefingers over the hardening substance, ending up with some sticky white residue on the pads of his digits. Without thinking twice, he pressed it to his tongue like it was sugar.