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</div></div><br/><br/><br/>Amadan was able to derive the things he felt were important to know about Detective Tony Deschenes, all without having to speak aloud. The brush of his leg against Tony's was far from accidental, but Amadan made it appear like he bumped him unintentionally. The spider compared the body language with the man's speech pattern and upon gathering the additional sensory input, came to the consensus that Tony was not telling lies or acting one way to derive a confession from him.<br/><br/>The young Spaniard quietly ruminated over the reaction Tony had when his extremity made contact with his. There was some mild surprise, which was immediately followed by frustration. Whether it was some level of sexual frustration or an inability to push through his metaphysical shield in order to figure out who exactly the detective was dealing with, Amadan didn't elaborate. The realization that Tony Deschenes was indeed, different was apparent through his words and his action and it was enough to earn cooperation from Amadan.<br/><br/>On the topic of names, Tony was able to easily shift away from his job duties in order to slake his thirst for knowledge. Amadan was mildly amused to have Tony's answer line up evenly with his own thoughts on the name, since Antonio had its orgins as a Romance language it could be considered accurate. Anthony was the American derivative, so it wasn't too far of a stretch to use the Spanish given name. Amadan pondered the answer, then softly repeated the name.<br/><br/><b>"An-ho-ny."</b><br/><br/>The t was left completely silent, as the sound blended into a thick Castilian accent. He also repeated the way Tony pronounced his surname, with its French pronounciation. Of course, Amadan's version sounded nothing like the original, coming out as,<b>"Dee-shay-ness."</b><br/><br/>He knew very little about Tony's French origins, or how his ancestors managed to get from France to America. All Amadan knew was that their descendant, Anthony Deschenes, was the man in the room questioning his whereabouts. He was reassured that Tony would investigate the alibi Amadan had supplied more in depth in order to seal his fate, or clear his name. Amadan wondered if he spoke the language, but he didn't want to take up all of the detective's valuable time especially if he wanted to go home tonight.<br/><br/><i>"Gracias</i>,<b>Detective.</b>" Amadan said in response,<b> "I know you try hard to do that."</b><br/><br/>As Tony prepared to leave the interview room, the interpreter made an inquiry. Amadan answered politely,<i>"Sí, tengo sed. Por favor, más agua?"</i><br/><br/><i>
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</div></i><br/>Getting the answer that he needed, the interpreter and Detective Deschenes left the room together. One heading to the water cooler and the other to the observation room behind the glass wall. His gaze fell on the glossy double pane, where his dark brown eyes bored holes into the personnel watching him and his reactions to questions. Where there was once a burble of distress in his belly, now was a gnawing ache due to a wave of unrelenting and unappeased hunger. His rapt stare gave those watching Amadan behind the safety of the glass a sense of being wrapped.<br/><br/><i>Sort of like a human burrito, that was slowly consumed and savored.</i><br/><br/>Amadan hoped Tony would return soon. His hunger when unleashed, was uncontrollable and even Amadan would be powerless to stop it.<br/><br/>The interpreter entered the interview room first, bearing a gift. Cold water, fresh from the dispenser in the lounge. He noticed Amadan staring at the glass, not even pausing to blink when he spoke to him in Spanish.<i> "¿Qué es lo que te pasa?"</i><br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/>The interpreter attempted to get Amadan's attention by waving his hand in front of his face, making a few gestures to the table where the cup of water had been set down. He didn't know the reasons why Amadan had suddenly shut down but he couldn't even get a peep out of him, even while conversing in Spanish. Witnessing this kind of unsettling behavior made him so uncomfortable that he requested to leave the room until the detective returned from his errand. His coming and going didn't seem to faze an almost catatonic Amadan.<br/><br/>If he hadn't become unresponsive, the interpreter might not have made it out of the interview room alive. Shutting down his hunger pangs coincided with slowing his metabolic rate. Amadan's breathing, and awareness of things going on around him declined as part of that process in order to conserve the spider's energy demands. Surely the detectives were just as dumbfounded as the language interpreter that abruptly excused himself from being in the room alone with Amadan. Amadan sat rigidly in the chair at the table, his gaze focused at the onlookers who now stared into a blackened vortex.<br/><br/>He didn't know how long it would take for Tony to find something for him to eat, but considering that he'd been there so long as it was Amadan had no other alternative but to slow down metabolic processes. The other alternative would have been shifting in front of all the onlookers, and wrapping the hapless interpreter up so he could turn him into liquid protein. It was a safer secret for Amadan to protect his dark gift, than to reveal it to so many that would abuse it, and him.<br/><br/>Ten minutes felt like forever, but Tony had finally returned.<br/><br/>His voice lured him back to the land of the living, along with the delectable aroma of his skin. The soup that was set upon the table was contemplated for a few moments, until Amadan could regain his composure and his voice. The sound of his voice was gravelly, when he managed to speak again.<b> "I thank you, Tony Dess-shay-ness."</b><br/><br/>Top Ramen or not, the piping hot contents of the cup of soup were brought to his lips, sans spoon which was left inside the wrapper. Hot liquid and mouths usually didn't mix together well, and the reaction of several as Amadan drank the heated, salty fluid from the container caused a few whispers behind the glass as they flinched in pain. Even if they wondered if Amadan severely blistered his lips and tongue, their answer was revealed when Amadan finished it all in a few noisy slurps.<br/><br/>No scalded mouth or tongue, no loud screams of pain. Just Amadan, holding the remains of the soup in his hands with a somewhat sated expression on his face.<b> "Just enough to keep hunger at bay, Detective.</b>But I<i>need more."</i>