Prince Leva.

Cyrus Leva | Twenty-two | Asset | Unclaimed.

[forgotten-cyrus]

“I won’t forget…” Tyrion whispered, looking away as he downed another glass of scotch. “I’ll make it better. I just need some time, perhaps a little help…”

“You’re a liar! You don’t come home for days at a time. You... all you care about is what’s in your hand, Tyrion,” Cyrus spat angrily. “All I do is sit here and wait for you to come home, and you don’t even care enough about me to make sure I’m okay before you leave,” he explained. “Go get help, then. Go talk to a darn psychiatrist, because you need your head checked,” he said before leaving the kitchen and going to the room he’d been sleeping in and slamming the door.

[tyrbarton]

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“Check the fridge and cabinets,” Cyrus stated. “I just said I haven’t ate in days, aren’t you worried about that?”

“I am, I’ll just deal with it another time.” he promised and wrapped his arm around Cyrus’ waist. “Which restaurant you want to go to?”

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Cyrus knitted his brows together .”Another time? When? You’re gone to the casino every other time except now,” he spat bitterly, pulling away from him. “You’ll just forget. Like you forget to leave money for me, or go grocery shopping,” he listed. “Or how you forget special events. You just picked my Christmas present up from your store on the way home from the casino,” he claimed. 

[tyrbarton]

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“You look ridiculous,” Cyrus admitted truthfully. “Let’s go out to eat. There’s no food in the house. I couldn’t find any money so I couldn’t go shopping and I haven’t ate in days,” he pointed out.

He raised a brow. “There’s food here, but, fine, we can go out to eat.” Tyrion shrugged, not really caring about wearing the ridiculous sweater in public.

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“Check the fridge and cabinets,” Cyrus stated. “I just said I haven’t ate in days, aren’t you worried about that?”

[tyrbarton]

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Cyrus eyed him. “Turn on the ac, then. I bought it for you. Its a Christmas sweater and its Christmas,” he reminded him.

Tyrion sighed and stepped over to the table where the sweater hung neatly on a chair, pulling it on. “How does it look?”

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“You look ridiculous,” Cyrus admitted truthfully. “Let’s go out to eat. There’s no food in the house. I couldn’t find any money so I couldn’t go shopping and I haven’t ate in days,” he pointed out.

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Merry Christmas Cyrus!

[tyrbarton]

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Cyrus headed into the kitchen to get a drink, frowning at the sight of Tyrion… drinking… again. “Where’s your sweater?” he asked him.

Tyrion raised a brow. “The one you got me? It’s a bit too warm in the house at the moment.” he admitted. 

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Cyrus eyed him. "Turn on the ac, then. I bought it for you. Its a Christmas sweater and its Christmas," he reminded him.

[tyrbarton]

Tyrion knew that Cyrus was probably beyond mad at him, and he had hoped his asset saw his gift. For the moment, he was in the kitchen, fixing himself something to eat and sipping at a glass of scotch while he hummed a vaguely Christmas tune. 

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Cyrus headed into the kitchen to get a drink, frowning at the sight of Tyrion... drinking... again. “Where’s your sweater?” he asked him.

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Tyrion had his gift for Cyrus for awhile, but seeing Cyrus’ on his bed reminded him after the casino closed early for Christmas. He grabbed the box and placed it in a place for him–a note set aside for him as well. 

Cyrus, 

I’m sorry I have not been a good enough master to you, or a lover who is home between work and other matters. I want to make it up to you. I love you, Cyrus. Merry Christmas. 

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Daniel tried thinking of a comeback but the boy was right. “Fair enough… but shouting won’t fix it.”

“Shouting helps release irritation, though.”

[theshadythief]

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“My what?” Cyrus knitted his brows together. “Did I ask how long you’ve been talking? No. I said shut up for five minutes.”

“It’s a fucking cereal yo.” Shade muttered and raised a brow. “Bitch you didn’t ask me a fuckin thing, but you keep given me that attitude you’re gonna be chokin on my dick yo.” 

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“Choking on your...” Cyrus chuckled and shook his head. “Not even for a million dollars.”

[raidenproulx]

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“Shut the fuck up,” he said unnicely.

“One more time and I’ll knock all of your fucking teeth out. We clear.” Jackson’s words even and uncaring. 

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“Get the hell out of here,” he rolled his eyes.

[thesidmason]

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“Sort of… I mean, he’s not an asshole. Er, all the time at least. He has his dick moments. But, mostly he’s oblivious and fucks like a rabbit,” he huffed.

“Who is he? Most of these bastards have thier arsehole moments. Just be glad you got an oblivious one, could’ve been much worse, mate.”

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Cyrus shrugged. "His name is tyrion," he admitted. "He had his son claimed but they took him away.

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“Will you shut up for five minutes?”

[keepstheteeth-deactivated201809]

“Who told you that your opinion matters?” Kian asked with a coy smile, glancing the other man over, “Unless you’re a client you can’t tell me what to do.”

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"I can tell you what to do if I can best your add. Judging by the look of you, I can."

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“Will you shut up for five minutes?”

[alvah-erebus-rp-deactivated2016]

“Why you gotta be so rude?”

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"Because everyone is loud and dicks."

[raidenproulx]

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“Will you shut up for five minutes?”

“You want to run that by me again?” 

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"Shut the fuck up," he said unnicely.

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"My what?" Cyrus knitted his brows together. "Did I ask how long you've been talking? No. I said shut up for five minutes."

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“Will you shut up for five minutes?”