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<b>"My violin grow young the more I play it. That's how to keep a violin this old working well. Back home, I was consider a <i>pasche-paskero. It is a Roma word that means musician.</i>"</b><br/>
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Amadan ascended the narrow staircase in the rear of the shop behind Drae, leaving one disaster behind for yet another. He carefully surveyed the creaky stairs on the way to Drae's apartment, thinking he could probably level them off some while he was staying with Drae. When they approached the old leather sofa, mostly concealed by a few layers of well-worn throw blankets, Amadan assumed that was where Drae wished him to sleep. He set down his violin next to the sofa, and the disarrayed nest of papers on the closest end table. Amadan couldn't really complain about the state of Drae's apartment. He had no furniture, no room over his head that belonged to him so this was step up from the usual park bench.<br/>
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"I only offer repairs, not cleaning services."</b> Amadan laughed, his joke meaning that he possessed a sense of humor and sharp wit.<br/>
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It was pretty clear that every concept of cleanliness and orderliness was lost on Drae. In addition to the general disrepair and neglect of the building, his lack of housekeeping skills becoming quite obvious as Amadan crossed over the threshold between the shop and his home. It was apparent Drae had collected so much furniture over the years, none of it matching but all of it having probable sentimental value. For Amadan it looked difficult to move around without worrying about knocking something over. <br/>
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Dusty blackout curtains allowed a thin stream of light to peek unfettered through the windows, but the interior air smelled stale to him, as if someone had turned the clock back a decade or more. Drae was some kind of hoarder, there was a method to his madness.  From the vast collection of Tupperware and take-out containers, Amadan was able to ascertain that he was definitely not a cook either. Amadan was more of a self-taught cook, better at cooking some things more than others. <br/>
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He tended to eat soft textured foods, that were easily digestible ever since being cursed by his parents and turned into a monster. Phoneutria nigriventer definitely preferred live prey, and since he was a wandering spider he needed no web to sit and wait for prey to arrive and get caught. He pursued and chased his prey, usually succeeding at capturing his prey. which usually was a stray animal or something wild he caught on the outskirts of the city. Moving past his cluttered living arrangements, Amadan stood in Drae's kitchen quietly surveying his surroundings. <br/>
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It was an ordered mess, and he noticed one of the cupboard doors hinges had broken from use. He made himself a mental note to repair that before it completely fell off the hinges. That was if he could make repairs without creating more mess or offend his host in the process. He peered over Drae's shoulder as he rummaged inside the refrigerator. From the looks of it, he had a typical bachelor's existence. A lot of condiments and leftovers from restaurants but no real food or drink.<br/>
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"Shopping for food, very good. I help you make list. It helps me learn the English. Also, I know how to cook some things." </b>Amadan admitted.<br/>
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<b>"I like gumbo. It tide me over for now."</b> he replied, brokenly.<br/>
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Observing Drae as he put the leftover soup into a pot to heat up on the stove, Phoneutria <i>nigriventer </i>was watching and listening to Drae as he spoke to Amadan. Even though the spider was being force fed human food that was nourishing but not very filling, there was something about the way Drae said the word dark, that it found intriguing and exciting. Darkness came with the promise of hunting. And when hunting, there was the opportunity to find sustenance that would be satisfying as well as satiate his thirst for blood.<br/>
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"Sí, we can go out later, to look for something."</b> Amadan replied in agreement.<br/>
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It was quite a relief to finally see that his human consort was finally on the same page as Phoneutria<i> nigriventer.</i><br/>
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"A thousand thanks to you for having me here, Drae. I appreciate your hospitality."</b><br/>
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