"Very strange," Tarantulas agrees. He can read the writing on the wall well enough, he just isn't sure he cares to follow its instructions.

"I wonder," he says after a moment, tone calm. Even friendly. "If anyone's ever told you that you have a rather intense gaze? Some might even call it somewhat disquieting."

Not Tarantulas, of course. Oh no, he's as calm as a clam in water. Just look at him, calmly standing here. Eating his pudding. Pay no attention to his legs wrapped close around his shoulders and chest, that's just for courtesy. Because he's the kind of person who cares about not smacking people.