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There was the slightest moment of hesitation. This wasn't really a side of himself Shino tended to share freely with other people, strangely enough. As much as it was something amazingly true about him (and Shino wasn't particularly one to put on faces for the world), the rather childish scars of his communal education ran somehow a good deal deeper than the extensive acid burns circling his arms (another thing he wasn't about to go shouting from the rooftops). True, it was good to be 'that guy who wasn't afraid to catch spiders when all the girls were screaming their heads off,' but 'that guy who caught spiders because he liked making friends with them?'

It always felt like pushing the envelope a little far.

True, however, this was college, and this was a fellow biology major who seemed to be taking a keen interest in the life of this particular spider and banking on his expertise in entomology. It did set things a little more at ease. "...she should be making a funnel web," he explained in his even quiet monotone with a slight shake of his head. "Something low, along the grassline. It's unlikely she'll be able to feed herself with that. If..."

He had to slide his glasses back on to glance around the room. There had to be something soothing; a jar, a mug, even just a scrap of paper.