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As amusing as it would have been to add to the other’s flusterment at being caught doing something unusual, Veneziano graciously failed to mention he’d been standing at the threshold for a good five minutes, after spending the last 30 wandering about the maze of corridors he had a vague recollection of from his younger days. It was perplexing how he still managed to get lost in Roderich’s grand mansion, after all those centuries.
“A...short while ago.” he delivered the vague answer sheepishly and strode over to his unwitting host to plant the customary greeting kisses on both cheeks with an amiable ‘Ciao’, before peering over his shoulder at the crudely crafted board. “What is that--- thing?” he inquired, biting his lip in order to politely drop the word ‘ugly’. He almost burst out in giggles at the brief sight of that poor attempt at arts and crafts, whatever it was supposed to be. Clearly, Roderich should stick to being a musical virtuoso.