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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 3:05 pm
"right away Sir" Shar says pulling up his shorts and wraping his tell around his waste so it won't touch his butt and gets start to work "this should a leasn for you i'm not you freind or your son i'm your slave and i want you to remanber that"
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 5:10 pm
Alex raises his eyebrows at the comment, but says nothing. He figures that Shar's attitude is from being born at the market - makes sense, at least. He shrugs it off for the moment, "I've got some stuff to do before work," he says, "I'll be in and out a bit this morning, but I won't be here for lunch - just help yourself, I guess. I'll be back before dinner." he grabs a pen and paper from on top of the microwave, and starts writing, "Here's a list of chores, so you don't get bored."
-Clean litterbox ( kitchen corner, by the back door ) -clean downstairs windows ( stuff is under the sink ) -wash any dirty dishes -washing machine is in the basement, along with a basket - do the laundry, if you know how -sweep kitchen and back porch -run sweeper in living room -Clover is not allowed in the basement or near the curtains, but she is allowed on the funiture
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 6:06 pm
Shar gets right to work without saying a word
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 8:18 pm
Shar finly finshes his chores and falls asleep in the basement from working to much and to fast
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 3:14 pm
(( sorry I dissappeared for a while, my internet's been acting weird ))
Alex walks in, leaving his boots at the door. It had been a long day at the salon - if he wasn't Shirly's favorite, he'd probably been fired. He'd gotten into an argument with the new girl again. She seems to be homophobic, and thinks Alex is creepy, or something. He had decided on the way home that he's going to work with pink hair tomorrow.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 4:24 pm
Shar hears the front door open but he just layed in the middle oh the floor sleeping
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