[They're shiny and he can't tear himself away. There's something incredibly comforting in having physical, tangible, touchable proof that he's not the only person here who's not human. Julian has never been good at figuring out if he's attracted to someone or not, but he's aware that glasmpauki are usually drawn to people with shiny hair and wonders if this is what that love of glossy, shiny things feels like.]

I see. I didn't realize the afterlife worked like that.

At least you know how to fight at all. I don't. [He really should learn some kind of self-defense, at least while he's here.] I haven't really gotten to use my extra limbs much. I couldn't risk the neighbors seeing when I was growing up, and even though I have a single room, college is pretty crowded, too.