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Apr 30, 2019 12:39:44 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2019 12:39:44 GMT -5
Damien grumbled under his breath.
Of course he had to dress the way his new “master” wanted. But still he dropped the towel and slipped into the weird new clothes anyway. He had become so used to warm furs and this felt weird. What was the collar for? He tugged at it slightly and frowned.
“These feel really weird you know that? I’ve never seen clothes like these,” he admitted. “Do I really have to go back to him now? I swear my parents will pay you double, no fripple.” He lied given this ape’s money but still. He had to try as he started to walk out of the bathroom.
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Apr 30, 2019 12:48:15 GMT -5
Post by titus on Apr 30, 2019 12:48:15 GMT -5
Melinda shook her head. All he knew how to do was complain complain, and try to bribe her. "I don't need double pay as he supplies me my compensation and my benefits. I'm not a poor citizen." She replied. "Are you done complaining because Titus won't give up."
She showed him his room which was large with it's own bathroom, a window- but it was barred- to prevent escapes, a large four poster bed in blue covers and blankets. It was a boy's room- as if Titus was expecting a young pet. Even toys and games. There was even a television in his room which had many channels to Central City's programming.
"So, still interested in leaving Titus? Or staying with Titus and having all that you ever need. Titus is much more richer than your parents." She soon dragged him down to where Titus sat in his office.
"Ah..I see you took a bath. That outfit is suitable on you." He pointed to his side. "Come over here."
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Apr 30, 2019 12:57:03 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2019 12:57:03 GMT -5
Damien was a little floored by the room.
All of that was his? What on Earth was he going to have to do for that? Honestly, a part of him had a feeling if he had to butter him up this much there was no way that he was going to like what it was he had to do. “It’s very nice,” he noted rather honestly. “But...”
Of course he was dragged to the office then.
He gulped at the sight of Titus. Outside of the limo and now in his house he seemed *so* much more imposing. “They’re... Certainly different than what I’m used to,” he tried his best to keep calm as he approached the massive ape. But honestly he just wanted to go home. “So you’re buttering me up with all this fancy stuff. So I gotta ask what’s the catch?” He asked.
He always knew there was a catch with things like this. Always. “No one gives you the lap of luxury without expecting something in return.” He added. “Where I come from only the insanely rich wear this stuff for example.”
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Apr 30, 2019 13:35:36 GMT -5
Post by titus on Apr 30, 2019 13:35:36 GMT -5
Melinda went to go get his lunch ready.
Titus wasn't surprised by his response. No matter what he did, he would fight him on this, every single time. "Oh. Your role is to now 'serve' apes. It means doing whatever I say. It's not that bad." He shook his head and decided to see what he would do if he tried that on him.
He sat down and pulled him into his lap.
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Apr 30, 2019 13:43:52 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2019 13:43:52 GMT -5
Serve apes, say what?
Hey wait a minute! “Hey let me go! Put me down you big oaf!” He shouted rather startled at being lifted. Only to be plopped down on his lap like a common... Dog. He wasn’t joking, he actually had to do this. Though he thought about it... if he never left the house no one ever saw him. Which meant...
“Wait so this is all I have to do? Ha! That’s easy,” he said as he laid back against the giant bundle of fur. “No one ever has to see me in here. And all the food I can eat? I’m game.”
Of course, his uncomfortable fidgeting and his eyes staring around for an exit... Definitely said otherwise. He hated this, he hated every second of this. But maybe if he pretended not to mind it he’d put him down and not try again.
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Apr 30, 2019 17:12:16 GMT -5
Post by titus on Apr 30, 2019 17:12:16 GMT -5
Titus chuckled. "Unless I get a video call- then they'll suspect I have either adopted a pet or took in an unfortunate human puppy without a home. And why not go with me to public places?" He asked. "Don't you ever want to go out of the house?" Was he honestly that lazy and wanted to be waited hand in foot.
Melinda came back into the room. "Lunch is ready. Do you wish to take it in the dining room or out on the porch?" She was kind. "And do you want to feed Damien?"
Titus shook his head. "No. He can feed himself."
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Apr 30, 2019 17:25:45 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2019 17:25:45 GMT -5
Out in public places... Like this?
So he did want him as his little trophy pet. “Listen... There’s no wa-“ then he remembered the basement and knew that he was in trouble if he said no. He had to go with the training and find other ways to get back at him. “I mean. I guess being seen sitting on your lap won’t be the worst thing in the world. Others have to do it too right?”
Wait a minute, feed him? This one set him off though. “Hell no, it’ll be a cold day in hell before I let an ape feed me!” He said in disgust. “See? Thank you! I can feed myself and besides. Ape paws are dirty! The last thing I need is to have them near my mouth.”
He put his hands on the apes knees to push off and get down. Lunch was definitely something he wanted.
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Apr 30, 2019 18:14:27 GMT -5
Post by titus on Apr 30, 2019 18:14:27 GMT -5
Titus noticed he had switched his response and gave a grin. He was learning quickly what his new role would be. It was either be obedient or go to the basement which was a place he didn't like. He knew how to get the human to obey. Others did have to do it. "Yes. Other pets do it as well."
"Oh not at all. Our paws are clean." He retorted, then noticing him sliding off his leg.
"Oh Damien?" He called as he stood up. "Are your hands clean?"
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Apr 30, 2019 18:19:55 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2019 18:19:55 GMT -5
Well it couldn’t be so bad then though, right?
Yeah ha, he was going to have to try not to laugh his butt off at that. But still. He was going to hate and quietly fight it as often as possible so bring it on giant beast. “As long as I don’t have to change my name,” he then added. “Or get one of those microchips people were talking about. Screw both of those ideas.”
He then added, with a shake of his head. “I don’t believe it but I don’t really care to find out either.”
He stopped just short of standing up. Sitting down as if to ask if he was nuts. “Are my hands clean? I got scrubbed three ways from Sunday by your maid!” He noted. “Are you saying you doubt her job?”
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Apr 30, 2019 18:26:26 GMT -5
Post by titus on Apr 30, 2019 18:26:26 GMT -5
"Oh? I was thinking of Fluffy." He smirked, as he was being sarcastic. "And yes. Getting one of those is mandatory and necessary." Titus was enjoying his discomfort.
Melinda wasn't offended by his remark, but clearly understood what Titus meant. She chuckled at his remark. "Oh you silly human puppy."
Titus moved his chair back and stood up. He left his office. "Come along, Fluffy." He teased.
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Apr 30, 2019 18:33:21 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2019 18:33:21 GMT -5
Ewww not Fluffy anything but Fluffy.
He stood up to follow him and now was definitely going to go against that. “No way! I am not going around being called Fluffy!” He shouted as loud as he could. “I’ll sit in your damn lap, I’ll get a microchip if I have to, but no way in heck will I answer to Fluffy!”
He then added. “I don’t even get what the big deal of a microchip is. Doesn’t it just give information on a collar anyway?” He didn’t actually know it tracked. “But man I’m starving, what’s for lunch? I haven’t even eaten today.” He admitted as he continued to follow.
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Apr 30, 2019 18:37:58 GMT -5
Post by titus on Apr 30, 2019 18:37:58 GMT -5
"Oh what's wrong Fluffy? You don't like your nickname?" Titus teased. "A microchip is to make sure you don't get lost." Then an idea hit. "Oh how about Cuddles instead?" He was enjoying this way too much. The child was such a spoiled rotten brat that needed to learn that he wasn't in control.
"Fluffy needs a fluffy ruffle collar."
He walked into the dining room where two place settings were set with covered dishes.
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Apr 30, 2019 18:44:10 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2019 18:44:10 GMT -5
Damien literally turned to punch the ape.
If the ape could have looked closely he would have seen the fist clenched. But he stopped mid-step, realizing what he was about to do. Which would possibly get him hit, or worse dead. His fist unclenched and he lowered it. “God man, what do you want from me!?” He asked, becoming frustrated. “What do I have to do to even begin to get on whatever your good side is?”
He took steps over to see the place settings. Oh man he couldn’t wait to eat. Though he was still fuming at this point.
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Apr 30, 2019 18:57:23 GMT -5
Post by titus on Apr 30, 2019 18:57:23 GMT -5
Titus looked at him considering what step to take next. Instead, he grabbed his collar and dragged him over. "Melinda? Take his plate into the kitchen and put it in the fridge." His tone was cold. "Give him a bread, butter, and a glass of water instead."
Melinda wasted no time in taking his lunch back into the kitchen. The three items were put onto the table. Then he walked over to his 'bread, butter, and water'. "Since you insist on trying to punch me, this is adequate enough." He sat him down in his seat. "Now. We can eat."
He walked over to his chair and sat down. He took off the cover on his plate and started to eat his lunch. "You can start by treating me a little more respectfully and stop acting like a spoiled brat you are." He said, sharply. "You want to get on my good side, - don't be a smart-alec."
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Apr 30, 2019 19:01:50 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2019 19:01:50 GMT -5
Really?
Bread, butter, and water? What kind of joke was that? He was a little angrier now but went quiet. He leaned back a bit and tried to calm down. How did he put this delicately? He hated, absolutely hated, admitting he was scared but that was the honest truth.
“Look I’m just scared, OK? Yeah I’m a little spoiled. But how would you feel if you had just been ripped from your home and thrown in a cage?” He asked a bit more of his everyday personality coming out - which he again hated. But whatever. “I’m being defensive. Is that so hard to understand?”
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