[It may be during Miles' attempts to scale a stall wall, or dodging between the feet of giants with little to no perception skills at all, but he'll eventually feel a rather...uncomfortable warm wind blow swiftly at his back. Uncomfortable why? Because Ammy has been eating carnival food or the past four or more hours, and her breath smells like an amalgamation of every oily, salty, sweet, and just...generally unhealthy bite of food that comes with this place. Most of which has also probably fallen on the ground as well.
Honestly, it's a wonder anyone hasn't gone into shock when catching a whiff of her dumpster breath. She pants, looking down her long snout at the actual spider sized lad, her lips pulled up in a happy smile, tail wagging behind her. Which isn't...as appealing a sight, considering she is much, much larger than Miles right now. And could easily swallow him. Not that she would mind, but this poor boy doesn't know that.
Her eyes are locked on him, and she doesn't move just yet, other than to inch her snout a little closer...]
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Honestly, it's a wonder anyone hasn't gone into shock when catching a whiff of her dumpster breath. She pants, looking down her long snout at the actual spider sized lad, her lips pulled up in a happy smile, tail wagging behind her. Which isn't...as appealing a sight, considering she is much, much larger than Miles right now. And could easily swallow him. Not that she would mind, but this poor boy doesn't know that.
Her eyes are locked on him, and she doesn't move just yet, other than to inch her snout a little closer...]