:D His eyes are flashing, and Brendon thinks fuck. "You lied."
"I -- "
"You said you hadn't been taught."
"I -- I hadn't, my lord. I -- one of the other slaves in the kitchen," a name, any name, dude, come on -- "I -- Ryan..." -- not THAT ONE! -- "he and I. Uh."
Spencer smirks like he's getting paid for it. "I see."
"I'm sorry, my lord."
"Never apologize for being good at your work. We'll just have to move on."
"Yes, sir."
"Are you good with your hands?"
Brendon's eyes shoot to saucer-size, but Spencer's dead-fucking straightfaced. The little shit. and
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His eyes are flashing, and Brendon thinks fuck. "You lied."
"I -- "
"You said you hadn't been taught."
"I -- I hadn't, my lord. I -- one of the other slaves in the kitchen," a name, any name, dude, come on -- "I -- Ryan..." -- not THAT ONE! -- "he and I. Uh."
Spencer smirks like he's getting paid for it. "I see."
"I'm sorry, my lord."
"Never apologize for being good at your work. We'll just have to move on."
"Yes, sir."
"Are you good with your hands?"
Brendon's eyes shoot to saucer-size, but Spencer's dead-fucking straightfaced. The little shit.
and
Brain-voice transmission FAIL.
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