Golden (rewrite)

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"Okay... o-okay you damn beast, stay where you are. Don't bite me!" You hissed at the arachnid resting on the back of your hand. After Lanette fell into a deep sleep, his pet crawled out of his hair and jumped onto your shoulder.

Of course, you panicked as a natural response. You shot up from your seat and waved your arm wildly, trying to shake it off you. The eight-legged friend latched onto the sleeve of your shirt.

Lanette was fast asleep on the couch. You were too occupied with the tarantula to notice a stray tear rolling down his face.

"Damn it!" You cursed as you try to swat it away. It wouldn't budge, it keeps looking at you with its beady eyes.

"I wonder what's it's name?" You grumbled as you carefully brought a hand over it's hairy body. You cringed as your skin made contact with its blue coat.

You thought to yourself, "Hey, this isn't that bad. Its just kinda gross lookin'." You slowly lifted the tarantula up and held it like a baseball. You panted and wiped the sweat off your brow.

You grimace at it's legs flailing around, trying to grab onto a surface.

"Where hell is your cage?" You scanned the room again. Nothing, no cage, no 'spider play area', no place to put it.

You were starting to get uncomfortable with its squirming, so you made a haste decision to drop it on Lanette's face. He moaned and stirred a bit, luckily he didn't wake up.

The spider crawled back into his hair. You widened your eyes, that's where it lives? Lanette's hair?

You shuddered at the thought of the tarantula hiding in between the strands, ready to pounce on any unsuspecting victims.

A lot of questions went through your mind, questions such as, "During those days where he's not at home, did he just leave this spider here?"

And,

"How many houses does he have worldwide!?"

Also,

"What the hell is with that damn ice-cream? It tastes like a very distant cousin of Vanilla... but it's definitely not Vanilla. What the hell..."

You shook your head, you can't ask without risking him deafening you again. What can you do to find all of those out—

"Aha!" You snapped your fingers.

You're going to ask the 'Lanette Expert'.

Not Linda, there's someone even better than her in terms of Lanette's private life.

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"What!? A house in every country!? Along with a damn staffhouse next to it!? Damn, he's made out of money..." You envy Lanette's wealth.

"I know, right? But he's also bloody brilliant genius. He rents out his houses to fans. Can you believe it!? It's only around five thousand American dollars a night! It doesn't matter what currency, it's approximately five thousand American Dollars, what a steal." You frowned.

"Damn, five thousand probably worth more than my life. Wait a minute— does that mean you stayed here before?" You asked Caecilius, you were referring to the house that you're currently staying in.

"Ha, I wish! I got barred from staying in any of Lanny's houses after my visit to one of his holiday home in Macau. Don't ask what happened." You gulped, you probably don't even want to know what happened.

"Where does Lanette actually live? Like does he need to go to every single embassy to work on his visas or is this some rich people thing that I don't understand? What is his damn nationality?" You asked, you're on edge because Lanette could wake up anytime and catch you red-handed.