"WHAT THE FUCK BRIAN!" Roger screamed, staring in horror.
"Relax, babe." Brian laughed, pecking Roger on his quivering lips.
"YOU KNOW I HATE SPIDERS!"
"Roger, it's literally called a Sparklemuffin. That's its name. And it dances. See?" He set the tiny spider down on their table, Roger's mouth open in fear. He was not alone.
"BRIAN! KILL IT!" Freddie shrieked, hiding behind John like a shy child.
"Relax, Fred. This is Jimi." Brian chuckled, feeling Roger trembling and shaking as he shoved his head into the space between Bri's collarbone and neck.
"HOW COULD YOU NAME SOMETHING SO," Freddie half screamed, half whimpered. "SO EVIL!" He rolled his eyes. "AFTER SOMETHING SO BEAUTIFUL!" Before Brian could respond, John began laughing his ass off.
"Some people." He snickered, all four of their eyes intently focused on the dancing spider.
"I mean, look how small it is!" Brian let it crawl onto his thumb. It was almost the size of his nail. "C'mon, Rog. Let it crawl around on your thumb." Reluctantly, he held out his hand. Jimi twirled and shook, until he finally reached his thumb. Brian held the blonde boy down so Jimi wouldn't go flying,
"It's," Roger smiled gently, looking into Brian's eyes. "It's so small. Why was I so bloody scared?" He laughed, standing on his tippy toes, giving Brian a soft peck on the cheek. Blushing, Roger moved his hand around, watching Jimi leap around his hand.
"So, can we keep him?" Brian looked down at Roger. Although Freddie was not too keen on it, Brian seemed too excited.
"Fine," Freddie grumbled. "But, keep it outside of MY room!" Brian smiled, putting Jimi in a small box with holes labeled 'Jimi's box. KEEP OUT!'
"Welcome home, buddy." He looked at the small spider in the box, excited to see what would happen.
