A/N: FYI... I hate centipedes in real life. They are super gross.
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"That wasn't very subtle," Leith snarled down at him. Wanting nothing more than to dive down and bean him in the nose with a well placed heel.
But there was no way in hell she was going down there… Not with that… that– that thing, lurking in his hands.
"Aw, come on Spoons! It's not going to bite you," Ace teased, rolling the vile creature around in his hands, giggling at the multitude of legs that skittered and wiggled and OH GOD SHE WAS GOING TO HURL!
"How do I even put up with you?" she gurgled weakly, her throat making an interesting noise as she forced herself to look away from the threat. It was just so gross… How could he stand having that thing in his hands?!
"Don't be a chicken, Spoons! You gotta get over this irrational fear somehow," he called, trying to reach her, even as she gripped the tree trunk tighter and scrunched her eyes closed.
"I said get rid of it," she snipped in an acid tone.
Screw it all, this whole island could burn.
God, she hated centipedes.
