[Chihiro turns back to Kuzuryuu once he's set the books down, following his gaze to Shiruku, where she's still perched atop the back of the chair. The surface of the chair is very, very....webby, considering the fact that she's made it a point to cover the entire thing with silk for some reason. She had just been moving to admire her handywork when the two walked up. Hello friends, check out her masterpiece.]
Oh, um....she's a Sewaddle. They like to....make things with silk.
[Case in point the hopefully not-ruined chair there.]
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[Chihiro turns back to Kuzuryuu once he's set the books down, following his gaze to Shiruku, where she's still perched atop the back of the chair. The surface of the chair is very, very....webby, considering the fact that she's made it a point to cover the entire thing with silk for some reason. She had just been moving to admire her handywork when the two walked up. Hello friends, check out her masterpiece.]
Oh, um....she's a Sewaddle. They like to....make things with silk.
[Case in point the hopefully not-ruined chair there.]