Foiled Yet Again
teardropdangel
Disclaimer: Look, I'd rather not waste my time in court. Here's a bit of advice though: I'm poor, okay? Don't let the fake Gucci sunglasses fool ya.
A/N: Yeah, I know. I'm starting to exceed the drabble format. I just find it really hard to limit my self to 100 words. sighs Guess the title doesn't fit the fic much any more, huh?
He was prepared this time. There would be no failure. The incident that morning had been shoved to the deep recesses of his mind.
Prompt as always, the short spider enter his room without so much as a knock with a platter of food for dinner.
She was wearing that outfit again, the outfit that wasn't really an outfit from his point of view. It covered nothing at all. Humans.
"Here's dinner, Knives. And please don't trip over yourself with expressions of gratitude-"
He wanted to applaud himself. Reflexes still sharp, he had managed to wrap his hand around her throat and pin her to the nearest wall in under five seconds.
He smiled.
"I'm really going to enjoy-" He stopped.
Blinked.
Twice.
Hard.
For pointed directly in his face were two silver derringers.
"I suggest you put me down, Knives."
Another blink. But the hold on her neck slackened.
She glared at him before she left. He merely looked her over. Skirt, sleeveless shirt, and all.
One thought ran through his head.
Where the hell had she hidden the guns?