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Misera chewed his lip. Clearly, whatever he had said wasn’t the right answer. He… wasn’t about to fire him, was he? No, if he was, he wouldn’t be telling him to correct things.

“I will, but sir, with all due… ‘respect’, the alternative is that you kill me once you’ve tired of me. Forgive me for the ensuing resentment.” Then, almost inaudibly, “… Please.”

“What?” Well, that hadn’t been where he meant to go with this. “No, I’m not going to do that. I’m not even punishing you. I just thought you were being kind of rude. Sorry, I guess I forgot my place. Or your place. Or... hm.”

All of Perein’s annoyance washed away. He didn’t mean to make Misera think he was going to cull him. He clapped his hands together. “Let’s just forget the whole confusing ordeal, shall we?’

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Misera paused, and looked about the room. Then he straightened his own tie, and scoffed. Damn, his uniform had gotten a bit rumpled, too. He’d fix that later. Right now, the reaction from Perein was so deeply unsatisfying he held nothing but contempt for him, and it was a pity he couldn’t express it.

“Fine, sir,” he hissed through his teeth, “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

Normally, Perein would have just ignored it, smiled and gotten on with his business. Something was different this time, though. Maybe it was the fact that he’d just been dominated by his butler and then brushed off like it was no big deal. He was tired of being brushed off.

“And another thing. I don’t think I like your tone.” Perein crossed his arms. “You are paid to be here, you know, so you could act like it. Correct it.”

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“Needed it...? What are you talking about?” Perein looked down at Misera, more confused than ever. Did he seem that desperate for a kiss? That was... insulting.

Perein narrowed his eyes and fumbled with his tie, trying to look above it all. “No, I didn’t need it, and I’ll have you know I don’t think it’s appropriate for a butler to treat his employer that way. Please correct the behavior.”

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Misera is weaker than you, but you let him push you into the wall with surprising force. You’re going to say something, but he’s kissing you before you can, fangs clacking together with the force of it. You give in and let him kiss you before you accidentally bite him from trying to talk. Once you manage to pull away, you’re breathing hard and your face is bright blue.

“Misera, I--I didn’t--I thought you hated me... wait, do you hate me, hate me?” You’re confused and pinned against a wall. You don’t know what you want, but your lips are tingling, and you don’t think you’d mind kissing him again. It makes you feel horrible. “But I’m your employer...”

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