Whatever, Andrew. Daine officially isn't a spidren, so your sarcasm cannot touch her!
It's surprisingly easy for her to crawl up to the ceiling and examine the trap door. So long as she doesn't really think about what she's doing, it doesn't feel much different from crawling along the floor. In fact, the most telling clue that she's upside-down at all is that her hair isn't in her face.
Rather than puzzle over the actual trapdoor mechanism, Daine opts for wedging her clawed feet into the crack and muscling the door open. At least, that's what she intends. What actually happens is the door snapping off at the hinges, the springs that held it shut flying off at random angles. One tears through the net and clatters off the wall; the other buries itself in the ball pit.
"... Whoops." Eyes wide, Daine checks to make sure neither spring went through her anywhere before craning her neck to look at Andrew. "Nothing hit you, did it?"
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It's surprisingly easy for her to crawl up to the ceiling and examine the trap door. So long as she doesn't really think about what she's doing, it doesn't feel much different from crawling along the floor. In fact, the most telling clue that she's upside-down at all is that her hair isn't in her face.
Rather than puzzle over the actual trapdoor mechanism, Daine opts for wedging her clawed feet into the crack and muscling the door open. At least, that's what she intends. What actually happens is the door snapping off at the hinges, the springs that held it shut flying off at random angles. One tears through the net and clatters off the wall; the other buries itself in the ball pit.
"... Whoops." Eyes wide, Daine checks to make sure neither spring went through her anywhere before craning her neck to look at Andrew. "Nothing hit you, did it?"