Milne walked inside the house, her legs aching from hours of being dormant. "F-Fuck.." She groaned as her legs quivered a little. "Too long of a drive for this-.." She shook her body, a pop was a friendly greeting, as it brought relief with it. "Much better!" She exclaimed, now walking around, admiring the home.

Zuka eyed the human, from the ceiling. His red eyes the only thing visible from the dark, which were narrowed, unwavering as they followed the human. He moved almost cat-like through the shafts of the ceiling, silent and swift in his movement.

She opened the fridge, looking inside. "...It's fucking spotless!.. I love this place~.. Not much things to clean-.." She huffed.

"That's because I clean everything. Who are you?" Zuka asked, he had dropped from the ceiling, lading silently behind her. His eyes were narrowed as he waited for a reply.

She attempted to stand up, only to hit her head on the fridge's ceiling. "Ow! Who the hell are you?!" She asked, rubbing her head.

"Im Zuka. Keeper of this mansion. You are?" He asked again, narrowing his eyes further. Annoyance pooling under his tone.

"Milne, Milne Jack-..'' She said, waiting for an attack or something.

"And what are you doing here, Milne?" He prompted, his red eyes narrowing further.

"...I-.. Bought.. the house?.." She said, scratching her head.

"Right." He said, obviously not believing her. "Where's the old man at?" He narrowed his eyes. He was getting rather annoyed with this human, but he needed answers from her, it had been a while since any human had entered the mansion.

"Old man?... I got it from a young boy..." She said, putting her hands into her pockets, humming. "Alrighty, speed round c'mon, hit me with a storm of questions.."

"Alright... the old man has long white hair, he's tall but rather frail looking. Not a young boy. So how did you get it from a young human?" he tilted his head.

"Never saw an old man, got it with a contract and money." She said, tapping her foot. "Any more?.. This is getting better.."

Zuka narrowed his eyes, 'Why are you dressed in such odd clothing. Shouldnt a lady be wearing something more.. formal?" He asked, the last time he had seen a female human was before the masters wife had passed, in 1846.

"...I'm partially blind. I need these bandages for medical purposes.. and I wear what I like. And I like comfortable clothing." Milne begun to walk around once more, going into a bathroom of sorts.

"What year is it?" Zuka asked, following the human. He tilted his head hoping what he suspected wasnt the truth.

"Uh-.. hold on.." She pulled out her phone, tapping on it a few times. "twenty-twenty?.. july.. twelfth?... Yeah.. that's probably the date.."

"Twenty-twenty? That's wrong... Its supposed to be nineteen- fourteen." He said, eyeing the phone. "What is that?" He said quizzitively

She thought for a moment, smiling she said, "An alien device that's meant to rip your guts out with a wave of my finger.." She chuckled flipping the phone in her hand.

Zuka eyed it carefully. "No it isnt.." He said uncertainly, really hoping that wasnt true. he took a small step back anyway, his gaze not leaving the girl or her small black box.

"...Scared? Good.." She laughed, leaving the room. Slowly approaching Zuka, she placed her hand on his shoulder and smiled. "..You believed me without knowing the truth.. Could've done better." She said, taking her hand away and walking up the stairs.

Zuka tilted his head, he didnt know weather to be offended or not. Once she left the room, he went back to cleaning, not sure what else to do.

A crash was heard from one of the upstairs rooms, followed by a shout.

Zuka swiftly made his way up the stairs, moving with unnatural speed, at least unnatural for humans anyway. He appeared in the room, eyeing the scene before him, his red eyes narrowed.

"Sorry about the plate-.. I had to grab the spider.." She looked down onto her hand, a black widow moved across her hand. "I'll buy another-... First day here and somethings broken.."

Zuka gave a low growl, he picked up the glass, ignoring the couple of cuts on his hands as he threw it away. "Whats s special about a spider?" He asked, after sweeping up the bits of glass too small to grab.

"...It's a black widow.. They're pretty... I named her already.. She's called clover and I won't let her die.."

"Spider's don't last long in this mansion. The master didnt like them." He said blankly. He had looked outside, now believing that it was twenty twenty, everything had changed. Which meant the old man had died a while ago, being human and all.

"Tell me bout' this old man.." She questioned.

"He was the old master, i assume he's dead now.. Its been centuries and he was human." He said softly, setting the broom against the wall in the corner. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze soft.

"That's life for you.. You been here all alone?.." She questioned, playing with clover.

"Well yeah, though being alone isn't too bad." He said, tilting his head.

"You say that.. Then you see things.. that aren't there.. Hear voices.. specially dead family.. your mind won't sleep. They won't let you sleep.."

"Are.. you alright?" He asked, narrowing his eyes. His head tilted slightly. He cocked an eyebrow in confusion, which was an expression that had taken to his face more than one in the last few hours.

"Yeah-.. just fine!" She pulled her hand close, letting 'clover' onto her face. "...Memories is all." She chuckled as the spider crawled up her bandages.

Zuka watched curiously, reoiling slightly. "That thing is disgusting, why let it crawl on you?" He asked, the disgust clear on his face.

"She's lovely... The jet black body and the bright red hour glass on her abdomen is beautiful..." She chuckled.

"Yeah, keep her to yourself." He grumbled, narrowing his gaze at the spider as he crossed his arms.

"Why? She likes you~.." She extended her arms and held out her hand, the spider quickly crawling onto her her palm. "Well?.. At least pet her~.."

"No, i don't wanna." He said, taking another step back as he recoiled away from the spider, his glaring eyes wavering slightly.

"You don't like them?.. You're a giant compared to this one.. The huntsman spider is what you need to be afraid of.. Virtually harmless as the hardly move, they are bigger than your torso.. A full grown one can't even fit in your chest cavity."

"That's... Disgusting." He said, eyeing the spider she had named 'Clover'. His arms raising slightly in defense as he glanced between her and the arachnid.

''..Sure, she has poison that can kill someone within five minuets. but as you said, you're not human! This little beauty won't kill you!" She said, smiling at his reaction.

"Does not make us friends." He said curtly, glaring at the eight legged nuisance. He was against the wall now, debating on how to react next, as he couldn't exactly back up anymore.

Her smile faded, a grim chuckle rose from her throat. "You [i really] don't like them.. Another weapon to my arsenal."

"Shut up or ill bite you." He growled, narrowing his eyes further. His arms and shoulders were tensed as he watched the spider, his gaze unmoving from the black widow.

"[i Kinky~]" She purred, a mischievous smile on her face as the spider retreated to her neck.

Zuka gave a low growl, baring his fangs. he didn't relax, even as the spider retreated. "Im really starting to not like you." He said, annoyance pooling in his tone.

"...Your choice." She hummed, walking out. Once she reached the stairs, she hopped onto the railing, sliding down it with a yip, quickly land on the bottom floor.

Zuka relaxed, his arms and shoulders untensing. He gave an annoyed sigh, retreating to the ceiling shafts to feed on any mice that may have been dumb enough to come inside.