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<br/>​</div><br/><i>"Hmmph."</i>snorted Phoneutria<i> nigriventer, </i>who was a tad cranky and didn't feel like arguing any further with his human counterpart anyway.<br/><br/>He skittered away into the shadows, content to remain hidden beneath the background noise that the friendly conversation between the Hex'ras and Amadan consisted of instead. He held his own share of resentment over the conditions he remained under, fused soul to soul with the human he was loathe to be around. For that, he hated the female witch that merged them together under her dark spell.<br/><br/>The Brazilian wandering spider the witch had found nestled in a bunch of old bananas made certain his fangs sank deep into the old bitch after she performed her magic tricks. Even though she had stunned him before she was able to stuff him inside the walnut shell and bury him alive under the permafrost, he managed to bite her on the hand. His venom was a potent neurotoxin, its effects were immediate. Lacking spider antivenin, her heart failed within thirty minutes of envenomation.<br/><br/><i>Good riddance to bad rubbish, thought the spider to itself</i>, as it tucked its eight spindly legs closer to its cephalothorax in order to take a much needed nap. Outside the metaphysical world it dwelled in, Amadan was still plugging away on Draenai's old shop sign, removing areas of rotten wood and smoothing down the edges with sandpaper until fresh wood became visible. An amused smile quirked the edges of his cupid's bow lips up at Drae's comment.<br/><br/>"I can fix everything, Drae. You just prefer I don't fix everything." he laughed, a husky musical sound pouring freely from his mouth. "I do understand. It's your hope people buy junk that falls apart, yes?"<br/><br/>Once the sign was clean and smooth, with no rough edges remaining, all paint sanded off the surface on both sides Amadan took out a small brush and a can of varnish and set it on the counter. He had tools that looked more like something that a person could use to pick locks, but that wasn't their true purpose. Where Amadan had removed rotten wood, he began carving a new design to offset the damage that time, and the weather of New Orleans could inflict upon natural wood.<br/><br/>While he was whittling with the awl, gouge and chisel to create a much better, new and improved shop sign, he lifted his gaze to Drae, and canted his head sideways at an odd angle as he stared back with his dark, alluring eyes.<br/><i><br/>
"He fancies you human, did you think he wouldn't? He wouldn't have invited you to stay with him, if he didn't. He would have thrown you out of his shop by now." </i>whispered Phoneutria<i>nigriventer</i>from his shadowy crypt to Amadan's conscious mind.<br/><br/>Amadan had to admit that he agreed with the spider's assessment. When he had completed the repair, at least to give the sign new life, he was able to apply a few coats of the wood sealant to the surface of the sign, then made a remark aloud to Drae.<br/><br/>"It's going to smell bad in here for a few hours. You might want to open the window. The sign needs air in which to cure, so the sealant protects the wood from further damage. Once it dries, then I hang back up. I no paint sign. It never last. You can see the grain of the wood. It a lovely oak."<br/><br/>Amadan was pleasantly surprised to hear that Drae had a change of heart, especially when it came down to playing a song for him with his violin. Although it wasn't exactly the confident, certifiable<i>yes</i>answer Amadan was hoping for, he'd settle for an '<i>I suppose.</i>' Amadan was more than happy to play for Draenai, crossing the shop floor eagerly to remove the aged violin from its weathered case. He gently grasped the neck of his violin, turning its body towards his face to rest his jaw against the chin rest.<br/><br/>Caressing the bow like a tender lover, Amadan drew it across the strings of his violin. The ethereal sounding notes of the melody softly floated across the space separating himself from Draenai. After having the police nearly called on him the first time he played, Amadan was much more mindful to not play any loud and bouncy pieces that usually appealed to the tourists, choosing to play a tune much more worthy of Drae's sensitive ears and appealing to both spiders. The melody Amadan captured on the strings almost soothing. Although Amadan never gave the title of the piece he was playing to his host-- now employer, it was called<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fannotation_id%3Dannotation_3922096047%26feature%3Div%26src_vid%3Do87hNhgfZvI%26v%3DDsAa0KzaJSg&amp;hash=800ea2195048e9dc11a9cebe9edf9e7e" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?annotation_id=annotation_3922096047&amp;feature=iv&amp;src_vid=o87hNhgfZvI&amp;v=DsAa0KzaJSg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><i>Brothers.</i></a><br/><br/>Phoneutria<i>nigriventer</i>and the Hex'ras were practically brothers, so it seemed fitting.