Hotaru tied her jumper around her waist as she walked, leaving her arms bare to the sun. This seemed an invitation to some to make themselves at home on the surface of her skin. Spiders of all sizes, from ones with tiny bodies but long spindly legs to spiders with straight, short legs moved up and down her right arm as they pleased, but her left arm was monopolised by a large black tarantula the size of her shoulder. He skittered from top to bottom of Hotaru's lightly acned arm, seeming busy, though he wasn't doing much. Hotaru whispered things to him ever so often, and he would respond with reassuring clicking noises and moving his front two arms.
Hotaru walked from Central Town towards the courtyard, having been to central town to buy her stationary for the year using the money her parents had given her, but she had admittedly spent most of it on a twelve-pack of Howalon, the box in her backpack for later. She smiled sadly, thinking about the wintertime she had spent in the company of her mothers. Mother and Mum - Ayano and Naomi respectively - had made a big show of taking her to a party and telling everyone she was sixteen so that she could get a few glasses of wine. She'd even made a few friends, though they must have noticed the spider on her wrist, keeping her company so that she didn't start crying. They had promised they'd write, and Hotaru really hoped they would.
The teenage girl finally came to the headquarters, though she didn't walk inside. There was an empty bench just to the left of the doors that she sat down on. As soon as she did, the spiders began to migrate from her body to the bench around her, comfortable in her presence and sure that she wouldn't let any misfortune befall them if she could help it. She crossed her legs and sat her hands on her thigh, looking out at the people around as a particularly large spider crawled right to left across her face, over her nose and settling on her left cheek. While she wasn't waiting for anyone in particular, she was hoping that someone would come to have a chat. If not, she had her spiders, she supposed. The tarantula on her left arm crawled down to her hands, and Hotaru found herself running a finger down his furry abdomen as he nibbled away dead skin on her hands.