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During the months spent in captivity, it was decided that one certain prisoner needed to earn his keep and be put to work. Since the man was kept on a proverbial leash with the implant in his head, there was little cause for concern of him trying to escape or act up. Thus the mighty dragon champion had been reduced to mainly janitorial work around the base. Whatever needed to be cleaned or fixed within his capability, he was assigned to do so. All with an escort of course.

A grunt stood boredly at the entrance of the cafeteria, stifling a yawn as he supervised the red headed man. This had to be the most boring job ever. Simply watching someone who rarely spoke or responded to anything. Granted Lance wasn't quite as dull minded as he had been before, but even so.

With a somewhat vacant gaze, as if zoned out, Lance pushed a mop around the mostly empty cafeteria floor. It would be lunch soon and he had been told to make it sparkle. The occasional splash broke the silence as he dunked the mop into the bucket of water, then proceeded to push it along the floor once again. The man never complained about his duties, although whether that was because of the implant or not was anyone's guess.

There was pause and Lance turned to stare blankly at the new puddle on the floor. After a moment though, he picked up the mop and moved it over to soak up the mess that had just been created. A minute or two of mopping passed and the sprayed drink was no longer on the floor. He dunked the mop back into the bucket, wrung it out, and proceeded to mop the rest of the floor once more.

He didn't seem to so much as bat an eye at the fact that the spill had been done on purpose.

It was such a small thing that Lance didn't even seem to notice it at first. He continued his mopping without interruption until he noticed the bit of green on the floor. This also gave him pause as it was actually something somewhat solid and not liquid. He had swept the floor prior and had not seen that before. It didn't seem to matter much as his mop swept away the offending bit of jello, smearing some of it along the floor. Soon enough it was off the floor though and was added to the contents of his mop bucket.

There was still no reaction as Lance simply went back to his mopping yet again.

Lance hadn't gotten very far and he noticed a bit of green jello that went splat as it bounced off his shoe. He looked down and with another quick swipe of his mop, picked it up.

The grunt that was watching the prisoner, actually saw the whole thing and was snickering quietly. Now this was at least entertaining. Nobody said that Lance couldn't be harassed a little, so he didn't bother intervening.

With that bit of jello mopped up, Lance just went on his way yet again. They mopping commenced although he did seem to be looking a bit more carefully for other dropped things.

Lance had gotten a few feet away by this point. But then the sound of a clattering bowl on the floor echoed through the dining hall. This caused Lance to stop and turn around, his gold eyes quickly catching sight of the beans. There was just the smallest frown as he started pushing his mop across the floor.

Without a word, he stooped down to pick up the bowl, then proceeded to push the mop with beans across the floor to the nearest trash can. There he disposed of both beans and container. Once that was done, he went back to his work.

Lance paused yet again in his mopping as he witnessed what happened. When Rory was close enough though, the man finally spoke.

"Does this happen often?" he asked in a dead pan tone.

This was shortly followed by the red head bending down to pick up what had fallen. Throwing the items away, and then mopping up the mess.

Once the mess was cleaned up, Lance went about his business again. He was completely oblivious to Rory's message and his apparent plans. He just continued to mop the floor like he was supposed to. Like a good little captive.

Things started getting boring for his escort though, who decided to actually sit down at a table to watch. Although he wasn't really paying all that much attention to Lance at this point. There was hardly any need to really. So long as he knew where he was.

As one might have predicted, Lance noticed this trail of dark grape juice. Dutifully he started mopping, following after it and letting the mop soak it up. He still didn't complain, or react very much really. However, his guardian noticed these shenanigans and started snickering once again. Now this could get good.