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[flowercomplex]

[There's a low rumbling in one of the hallways, combined with tons of squeaking sounds. Flooding out along the floor are hundreds of thousands of little soot spiders. Everywhere, and climbing on everything. Tables, vases, chairs, shoes, legs, Kanda, you. But especially Kanda. He is fighting a seemingly losing battle to shake them off]

Tch! Let go!

[Yanking at his hair to knock the ones on the end off]