[Charloft Winter Bingo] Dad
Zander had hoped his ‘father’ would appreciate his latest creation, the lamb crowned with thorns that had insulted a whole city of Christians... but the disappointment in the taxidermy came across quite clear: stop toying around with animals when humans provide a much more worthwhile canvas. Zander was frustrated that he couldn’t voice the point that this was the 21st century and mutant humans didn’t just wander around freely... but he didn’t want to get injured so he kept his mouth shut. Oh, his master would hurt him, had in the past, and Zander knew when to pick his battles and this one not something he was willing to get maimed over.
The return home to his and Devin’s apartment was depressing; he just wanted to be respected in his clan - was that so much to ask?
"Fuck," Zander complained as soon as he had his apartment door shut, not really expecting Devin to do anything, because... what could Devin do about it?
Well, maybe something. "Watch Hellraiser with me,” came his random demand, and he sunk onto the couch waiting for his ghoul to set up the television to play the movie.
The return home to his and Devin’s apartment was depressing; he just wanted to be respected in his clan - was that so much to ask?
"Fuck," Zander complained as soon as he had his apartment door shut, not really expecting Devin to do anything, because... what could Devin do about it?
Well, maybe something. "Watch Hellraiser with me,” came his random demand, and he sunk onto the couch waiting for his ghoul to set up the television to play the movie.