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 Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 2:47 am
After double checking to make sure Arron was okay, the slave went to make him something to eat. If his hunch was right, and Arron's energy was drained, then he knew he would want to eat something when he woke up. He made it into the kitchen, then flinched when he saw a shadow pass by the window. Fortunately, he was simply too jumpy from the whole ordeal, and it was only a bird's shadow on the glass.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 10:39 am
After some time, Arron slowly opened his eyes. He felt terrible & wanted nothing but to fall back asleep. Yet he sat up, trying to comprehend where he was.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 12:09 pm
The slave returned with a tray of food for Arron, poking his head into the room to check if he was awake.
"Arron, are you feeling all right?" he spoke quietly once he entered, "that fight with my Mistress must have been hard on you. I'm sorry I wasn't able to help. I brought you some food though if you feel up for eating..." he motioned down at the tray in his hands that contained a banana, some of the soup from before, two slices of buttered bread, and separate plate with a meat pie on it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 1:14 pm
The mechanic rubbed his face & nodded. "F-Food sounds n-nice..." he mumbled. For once the slave could see pure exhaustion in the young man's features. The food looked excellent & Arron was looking at it ravenously.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 1:34 pm
The slave didn't like seeing that side of Arron, so he decided he'd do all he could to change it. Carefully, he set the tray up so Arron could eat.
"After this you should probably have a bath, then go back to sleep... ah, if you want. It's up to you..." he suggested. He still felt bad about having caused Arron so much trouble in the time they've spent together.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 1:39 pm
He started tucking into the food with haste. Between bites Arron nodded. After a few minutes he said, "...His n-name is L-Lyth."
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 1:48 pm
"I... I see." the slave responded. He wasn't sure if he would ask or not, but Arron seemed to read his mind. He scratched his head and looked to the window.
"So.. um... who is he?" he asked quietly, hoping he wasn't over-stepping boundaries by asking.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 1:53 pm
The mechanic continued to eat. He looked at his friend & said, "He... He never told me much, but... he-he used to be human. He keeps me-me in check so I-I don't lose control & h-hurt someone. He's a-a very guarded entity..."
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 1:32 am
"Well... I owe him my life. That's for certain." the slave mumbled to himself.
"He seemed friendly. I mean... he teased me, but I don't think he had any cruel intentions." a blush crept across his cheeks at the thought of Lyth's humorous remarks, and the young man finally remembered what he was wearing because of it.
"Ah! I... forgot I don't have to wear this any more. Please continue this conversation with me after I've returned with the proper attire... if I can find any normal clothes in this mansion..." with that, he stood and rushed out of the room, kitty tail swishing from side to side as he did.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 11:37 am
"Dunno whether to sympathize or deadpan with this kid Boyo." Arron heard Lyth say. Arron continued to eat as his friend went to change clothes. If the slave could not find any, he would let him borrow some clothes.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 2:09 pm
The slave returned, wearing a pair of black dress pants, black dress shoes, and a peculiar black long-sleeved shirt with several zippers and buckles in random places. He tugged at the shoulders of the shirt, but they seemed built to hang just below the shoulder.
"This was the best I could find, but the pants are nice enough." he said, trying to sound optimistic while he continued tugging at the top. The collar remained on his neck, as it was locked at the back and he was unable to remove it. He sat down on the floor by the bed and looked up at Arron.
"So... you were saying...?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 4:02 pm
"...F-First turn around, I'll get th-the collar off." said Arron. The collar made him uneasy.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 6:02 pm
"Ah, all right." the slave nodded, then turned away from Arron and lifted some of his hair out of the way, holding it to his head. The collar was made of thick black leather with a silver band at the back keeping it on. There was a small hole for a key to fit in, but the slave's Mistress kept the key on her person at all times. She'd told him many times that taking the collar off was one of the gravest forms of disobedience to her, so he'd never voluntarily took it off himself.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 6:07 pm
Arron examined the lock & made a few tools appear. It took him some time, but he eventually got the silver band pryed off. The collar then slipped down. "Th-There..." he said making the tools go back into the mechanic's toolbox.
"It's a-a really long story on how I-I know Lyth..." he said quietly.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 6:21 pm
It felt relieving to have the collar off again, though like before the slave still had a lingering sensation of it being in place as he had gotten used to wearing it at all times. He placed his hand to his neck, as if trying to make sure it was really free of its leather prison a second time.
"Thank you..." he said softly, turning back around to face Arron.
"You don' have to tell me if you don't want to, but I'd be interested to know even if the story is long." he added to what his friend said afterwards. He felt he really wanted to understand Arron better. To him, Arron was an incredible person, with talent and drive and a heart of gold. The more time he spent with him, the more he admired him.
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