Fresh Start

Witnessing the cruel results on Ace's face, induced a cold, successfully feeling to Silas. It had acted beautifully. Now to see how it goes from being petrified of the possibility. He assumed the child wouldn't be worse than a startled stag in the woods. Children are easy to terrify, but teens? Not as much.

A microchip? What brilliant, obvious idea. A mild hand settles on Ace's head, with shady sights staring down. "I'm glad you have chosen reasonably. You won't have as many threats as you would without one," he visibly tricks, cruising closer to the stand where Melody was serving.

He smirks, fiddling with his golden strands for a bit, "Ah, as soon as we're fulfilled here. Then, no sadistic ape would snatch you," he continues with his harsh lying. Even if the vicious group did steal, it would be likely they would remove it. Now was he going to express that truth? Of course not.

His eyes soften, inspecting over at Melody. "Huh? Perhaps you can display on your board outside," he fires his thumb behind, directing to the door. "When you have a fresh load? Eh?" he hints, talking sleekly than before. He grips the edge of her purchasing station. "Apparently not so. I disagree with it, but who knows what would be the next buyer to this adorable little creature."

He smiles down at the anxious child, gently pinching his cheeks. "New law I'm afraid so."

That soon?

He was mildly scared of the idea that he had to get the microchip put in so soon. Couldn’t they wait for a bit? He wondered. Though he refused to make much of a face to argue about it. Instead he managed to nod. “O-Ok. If it’s that important. I’ll be happy too.” He managed.

When she asked about his guardians, he was silent. Unsure how to respond, but the ape did it for him of course. After which he added. “Yes I suppose that makes him my guardian now... Or owner. That’s what they said.” He managed sheepishly. Though when she mentioned. “Grooming?”

He really hoped he didn’t have to go through that between his smell and overall dirtiness. He had hoped to bathe himself. “You mean humans get washed and brushed by you...?” He asked.

Ace felt his cheeks pinched and grimaced slightly, though he kept himself calm. “It’s ok though. He’s good to me so far. I like him...” he managed though his shakiness showed off some of his nervousness.

Perfume? He wondered what on Earth a perfume was.

Though this whole thing made him nervous as he was placed on the counter. He was beginning to feel like a little doll for this ape to play with and he didn’t know how he could honestly take that. He opened his mouth to perhaps argue against it - but stopped short.

He decided now was the best time to ask politely what he had planned for him.

“I haven’t even asked. What was the purpose you bought me for anyway? That you want me dressed a certain way and maintained?” He asked wearily - his voice faltered a bit. “I’m one of those lap or companion dogs, aren’t I? I’ve heard of them. The ones that make apes look good and...” he swallowed. “Sit in their laps.”

It was nerve wracking to imagine honestly and maybe scared him a little. “Am I really that good looking?” He asked with a small voice.

Melody was about to answer, but decided not to. "It's for special occasions like your birthday, the festivities, and festive dinners." Melanie wasn't sure if humans ever celebrated the day they were born. She knew they did in the renegades. They managed to keep track someway. She began to gather his items, placing them into a bag.