You were downstairs, looking at some takeout menus since you both were in the mood for some takeout, sitting on a chair on a chair by the island (a table with no legs for those who dont know, if you wanna see, look it up!) inside the kitchen. The marble was slightly cold against your hands. You heard him shriek from upstairs. You instantly rush upstairs to check on him, and when you see him, he is clung to a tall dresser, a tiny spider on the floor below him. "Fleur! Heeeeelp!" He whined.
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