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[ambibionic]

WHO Felix Bakar (ambibionic) and Will Vega, Junior Edition (androit)
WHAT human pets are a thing. An illegal, looked down up thing, but it does happen. Because Felix has one.
WHEN whenever
WHERE Felix's home
WHY because we're awful.


It was nice to come home and destress from whatever the day had brought to Felix's life. Juggling two jobs, one of a professional dancer that was in high demand and the other a professional hitman that was also in high demand, was far too stressful and was giving the twenty-something year old Felix some premature grey hairs. Not that his appearance was top of his list right now. Dropping off his work bags downstairs, Felix headed up to his bedroom and changed out of the day's clothes into soft pajama pants before heading to his walk in closet and opening the door.

"It's time for you to get to work," he said easily enough as he looked at the person at the back of the closet, not moving to get close to him. Felix knew that his pet was trained enough to follow directions and that he didn't need to assist. Moving away from the doorway and over to the bed, he flopped down onto it and sprawled as he turned his head in the direction of the closet. "Don't take too long, I'm feeling impatient tonight."

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[androit]

That was a promise. Something that indicated intent for longevity and care for appearance, even if it was just going to be the two of them. Nothing his owner had done already gave him ideas otherwise, yet the continuation of it simply wouldn't stop amazing him. Not for a long while. His Master had been fair, but not nice. This was... very different, very welcome, sort of confusing. It was better when he was pulled closer, being used again in a way that he could respond, legs tightening around his owner in agreement. Whatever his owner wanted done, he would do it. That any attention would be paid more to him was practically an intoxicating incentive even if nothing came of it.

At the order, he nodded, caught himself, said, "Yes, Sir," and lifted himself up and off the bed to retrieve what they needed from the bedside table. There were other things there, of course, but he didn't have the urge to snoop when he wasn't given a reason to be on the lookout for anything potentially dangerous or worrying (not that much would even count as that to someone as broken-in as him). He returned with the lube, standing at the edge of the bed until his owner could give indication of how he wanted Junior now that they were prepping for something else.