Timothy unlocked the door to his apartment and stepped inside with practiced ease.
This was his space, though today, he moved with more caution than usual.
He closed the door gently and locked it from within.
Safety first.
Only after reaching his room did he finally end the piggyback ride.
The spider hopped off, eyeing the environment warily.
Timothy studied her reaction closely, preparing to lay down some ground rules.
She, on the other hand, took the liberty to explore.
She walked around the room, climbed up the walls, and even dangled from the ceiling for a bit until she abruptly dropped to the floor and stood upright on her limbs.
She looked at him.
Timothy braced himself.
A snarky remark was definitely on its way.
"Your home is really small, bad human," she said.
Honestly, he was expecting worse.
"Uh, no, this isn't my house; well, it is, but what I mean is this is just where I sleep. It's just part of it."
