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 Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 4:08 pm
"No slave is allowed to call their master by their first name." He said softly.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 4:23 pm
"Well, I seem to be younger than you. But call me Light." he said firmly, grabbing the rest of the ingredients.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 4:31 pm
"Yes, sir." He said softly as he sat against the wall in a crouched position.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 4:46 pm
Light sighed, "Want some strawberries?" he asked.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 4:54 pm
He nodded, and slowly stood up, he was still in pain from the last punishment his last master gave him.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 4:59 pm
"You ok?" Light asked, placing some strawberries in a bowl and handing them to L.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 5:02 pm
He nodded, and limped over to get it, taking it and then limping back to his corner.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 5:08 pm
"You can sit here if you want." he said, pulling out a stool that was pushed into the island in the middle of the kitchen.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 6:10 pm
He stood up and sat on it, in the same position.
((OMG! It flooded in the house and they got a island.))
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 6:21 pm
Light gave him a quick smile as he cracked two eggs.
((xDDD what?))
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 6:40 pm
He ate the strawberries.
('Island. Like something in the middle of the ocean.)
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 7:04 pm
Light finished cracking the eggs and poured the cake mix into the bowl.
((Oh, ok oops))
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 7:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 7:38 pm
Light noticed hat L was being quiet, "You wanna help me?" he asked.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 1:51 am
"I can't cook well." He whispered softly as he put another strawberry in his mouth and ate it. "All my former masters say I can't boil water right."
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