Now what am I going to do in my current predicament? Lying my way is unlike as the person definitely saw the ants, I no longer hand them in my hands.

Nah, wait. I may be able to, I’m currently crouching, meaning my body is covering towards spiders. There might be a chance they didn’t see anything, but then I have to explain why I’m crouching.

Peeing is out of the question, if I was a girl then it would’ve been the best excuse in this situation.

Unfortunately, I have a third leg.

As such the number of possible excuses dwindled, I had to think fast or else I might be suspicious.

Now, as long as the spiders don’t make any noise. The good thing is spiders generally don’t make much noise, only few make sounds. My luck is pretty bad as this spider happened to be the one able to make such noise.

Well, they won’t do mu—

Hiss.

The sound of running water. That’s what I heard, I immediately looked down with my eyes only. The spider hissed at the new individual. The rest stopped eating, and seemingly went on guard as they all hissed at them.

Again, if I was a girl this sound of water would be the best excuse right, but because of my gender, I simply awaited the questions. I guess I will hide them in a last ditch effort…

I cupped my hands discreetly, using my upper body to hide my movement. When I was about to grab one, they all hastily avoided me. They proceeded to run up my arm, and stood on my shoulder as they continued to hiss.

Well, here goes my plans. I don’t have much luck when it comes to these situations. Every single time when something can go wrong, it goes wrong. Well, partially it only goes my way when I am intensive when making back up plans for the back up plan.

You learn from experience, that’s all I’m saying. But enough of that, I needed to convince the fellow student I don’t have a screw loose. I stood up, and faced the student with a neutral expression.

The student gazed back at me, their mouth a bit open. They covered their mouths with confused expressions. The student proceeded to scrutinize the spiders on my shoulder.

“What is this…?” They asked.

“…”

I remained silent, anything I said wouldn’t work no matter what. We’re at the point where anything I said could be used against me. Due to this, there were more benefits on not talking.

I was able to get a good look at the student, and quickly determined the identity. A girl with navy blue hair, and indigo eyes. She stared at me with a betrayed frown.

Cynthia.

I’ll be honest, I recognized her the second time she spoke yet I couldn’t be a hundred percent sure. On the off chance I was incorrect, it would lead to getting worse.

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But more than anything…

“Sorry, it was supposed to be a short visit,” I said.

I was safe.

“Wow, and you didn’t think of inviting me?” she said in an offended tone.

While Cynthia was normally soft spoken, she always said sassy things in her quiet, meek voice. Quite a strange phenomenon, I know. I was caught off guard by it when I originally talked to her.

“Look, it would be suspicious if we both suddenly left without a reason,” I replied, giving a logical explanation.

“Like what? Us having sex?” she joked, a blush in her face contrary to her words.

I still cannot get over the fact that she says all kinds of words with her appearance. You would think someone like her would easily get scared, and only talks in formal language to not offend anyone.

“Anyone who would have intercourse in a dungeon might as well be raising monsters like me, it’s the same level of insanity.”

I almost shrugged, remembering last minute I had the spiders on my shoulder. Who knows what damage they would’ve received.

Cynthia nodded, she intently stared at the spiders. They responded by hissing at her which didn’t make her falter, quite the opposite.

“Awwww! Just look at them, aren’t they cute!?” she said, behaving overly excited.

They’re spiders. How do you even find them remotely cute? Just wait until they’re fully grown, I bet you won’t have the same opinion. I refrain from uttering those words as it would serve no purpose, absolutely none.

Contrary to her friendliness, the group of spiders were hostile, if it wasn’t obvious by the hissing. They didn’t seem to be very fond of her, well, I can’t blame them.

I, too, would be hostile if someone started squealing in front of me, it might be some sort of trap to lower your guard.

Tch.

I just got an unpleasant memory.

I should forget it.

“I guess if you find them cute then I’m the most handsome man in the world, right?” I asked.

In my opinion, I’m not the best looking. I’m not ugly per say, but also not handsome. I would be below average. I forgot the last time I got a compliment from the opposite gender about my looks.

If I remember correctly it was when I was around nine the last time I got complimented. Damn, how pathetic am I that I still remember it, hahaha. Ey, at least my mother thinks I’m good looking.

“Huh…? Well, hahaha…” she muttered, staring away.

Wait, why are you getting all embarrassed?

I thought you would respond in a playful manner, but I guess not. Heh, not that I dislike these reactions.

On a more serious topic, I have experienced racism due to my skin color. My skin color is tan which is darker than most people in this country. I’m neither white nor black, I’m right in the middle.

You would think humans would learn to not be racist when there are demi humans, but I guess humans will always be humans. There was even a person who called me a gorilla which was low key racist.

I say low key racist as I’m willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. At that time, I hadn’t shaved the hair growing on the side of my face. I usually like shaving my facial hair as it gives me a cleaner look. Plus I like how I look that way.

Anyways, I was minding my business when I accidentally bumped into a person. I apologized as any good citizen yet they didn’t, muttering the word gorilla. It could’ve been because of my facial hair and face structure as well as it could’ve been because of the color of my skin.

But the whole strange thing about it, I was never called a gorilla by anyone after the events I mentioned, even when I still hadn’t shaved my facial hair. Very strange, but it couldn’t have been what I’m thinking, right?”

Ah, I forgot I was talking to Cynthia, I was way too busy with my monologue.