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"Oh, and foxboys aren't?" Gunther stared directly into Doran's eyes, standing up and towering at his full height. "You listen to me, and you listen well. My father is a complete and utter d**k. If he finds out that you're my so-called 'slave' and that you were trying to see my brother? He'll hurt you. And then he'll come complain to me. Maybe even cuff me once or twice. The point is, it's dangerous for you to go. And it's true that I don't WANT you to go, but you're your own person, remember? You can do whatever the hell you want." Gunther then shrunk down, sitting back on the bed. "Whatever the hell you want..."

Needless to say, the young lord was indeed surprised, but also a little turned on by Doran's sudden movements. He pushed all the dirty (yet kinky ;D) thoughts to the back of his head, and opened his mouth to speak. "Well, Mister None-of-your-business, my attitude is that no one should be a slave to their fate. I just gave you a second chance. Now, would you please stop straddling me?" Gunther's cheeks flushed ever-so-slightly.

"What I'm saying is, I don't believe it's right to keep slaves, which is why you're so free to do whatever you want. I don't see why you're so ******** mad at me for it, since you were having a bad time down there too - no baths, no change of clothes, no steak." The young lord commented on Doran's weakness for the meat. "However, I do believe that if I try to see my brother, I'll get another beating that keeps me unconcious for a month." Gunther just stared at Doran, not giving him what he wanted. "To me, that's self-preservation."

Before Gunther did anything he'd regret (>_<), he used his training with his master to flip over, wrench his wrists away from the foxboy, and stand on the side of the bed. "Now, if that's all, I would like to try and sleep again."

Doran listened to Gunther patiently and was about to speak up when Gunther turned the tables. The boy let out a soft yip of surprise, his ears flattening down against his head submissively for a moment before he stood again to glare at the other. "Fine. See if I'll be here tomorrow." He muttered angrily and stormed out. Really, it was just an idle threat. He might disappear for a day, but he'd come back.

Doran wouldn't be found in the morning. His bed was made and showed evidence that he didn't use it last night. In fact, everything suggested that he left and followed through with his threat. Food was missing from the kitchen, as well as a dagger he had found. The boy had stayed out of sight and silent as he made his way out of the mansion, but he didn't leave the estate. Instead, he had found a nice little nitch on the roof were he was sheilded from the weather and could be alone for some time.

What was this going to accomplish? He wasn't quite sure. He wanted to know if Gunther cared if he left. And, Doran supposed, he needed the time to think everything over. "Do I want to leave..? Sure, see the sights, stuff like that, but everything I could ever want is here; food, shelter... I wouldn't need to steal anymore and risk my neck..." He sighed and rubbed his brow. This was going to be tough.

"Have you found him yet?" Gunther's voice rang through the courtyard.

"N-No, sir, but we're trying..." Three obviously scared servants were shifting glances to each other, wondering what the young lord would do to them.

"THEN KEEP LOOKING!" Gunther snarled, storming off angrily. Tears had already made a winding path down his face, but a few more came all the same. The silver-haired male had looked everywhere in strange places that he thought Doran might want to hide in; rooms that had never been used, hallways that hadn't been touched in a long time... but to no avail. No one had found the redhead yet. Gunther went to a private garden on the side of the house, and literally broke down, begging Doran to come back.