"Listening," he replied, taking a very purposeful step forward. "Because that's what he's doing, isn't it? Listening, making moves to help you when you need it. Taking advantage of the time he has?"
He looked at the Master's neck, where he'd smelled that distinctive pheremone of his own coming off of him.
"You positively reeked of, well, me. Though he's taken some very serious precautions to protect you. He didn't need to worry, Master." The way he said Master was very different than the way others might've said the name. It was cold, condescending. He knew who he believed was in control.
"You're not my enemy." He gave him a wide, pleasant smile. "I'm going to go to sleep. Lock myself up in my rooms. Punish him."
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Date: 2011-12-23 03:53 am (UTC)He looked at the Master's neck, where he'd smelled that distinctive pheremone of his own coming off of him.
"You positively reeked of, well, me. Though he's taken some very serious precautions to protect you. He didn't need to worry, Master." The way he said Master was very different than the way others might've said the name. It was cold, condescending. He knew who he believed was in control.
"You're not my enemy." He gave him a wide, pleasant smile. "I'm going to go to sleep. Lock myself up in my rooms. Punish him."