5 - ARACHNE

“Someone ran several hackery searches on you,” Blossom announced as I crossed the threshold. She was using her lap desk on the sofa, gold-rimmed glasses sliding down her freckled nose. “Lucky for you, I passed along a false address.”

I groaned, kicking off my heels before stomping into the kitchen for gin and… waffles . My best friend had made us breakfast for dinner apparently. Not that I was complaining. She worked from home so this was our arrangement; I cleaned, she cooked.

Blossom was slightly my elder but we’d been living together for as long as I could remember. She was a Nymph who chose to disappear in the surrounding forests randomly for weeks at a time; which was likely why we still cohabitated well after all these centuries.

My best friend’s long, green hair was in a messy bun as her laptop’s screen cast her peachy skin in a bluish tint.

“Mind telling me why Athena The Great is sending two dozen bouquets to your office? Cobalt blooms... to match your hair?” Blossom also liked to get lost in technological forests for fun, it was unsurprising she’d already sniffed out my afternoon.

Which mostly consisted of shredding those florals as I cursed the general and her stupidly heinous mullet.

“She wants to date me,” I explained with my head tucked in the liquor cabinet.

My roommate cackled as I grabbed a glass and poured a hearty measure of gin before tossing it back. “Why?! You’re anything but friendly!”

That was the most infuriating piece of this. The front I presented to Athena was meaner than my norm… and she didn’t balk. If anything, she became more enamored the scarier I became. The brat.

You did not just think that! Bad, bad, Arachne! She is anything but yours to train.

I chugged the rest of the glass with a grimace before stabbing a fork into a waffle and taking it to-go. “That’s all you’re going to give me, Ara?” My closest companion pressed as I stormed down the hall toward my bedroom.

“There isn’t anything else to give. We had one holo-convo and I cut it short,” I tossed over my shoulder, requiring the peace of my web.

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