Ta, nicetâmeetchya! âM Trevor, ya can call me Trevor
"Well, it's nice to meet you too, Trevor. How long've you been here?"
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@spenceisms
Ta, nicetâmeetchya! âM Trevor, ya can call me Trevor
"Well, it's nice to meet you too, Trevor. How long've you been here?"
James looked up with big blue eyes, swallowing and cringing when he did just that; sliced his palm on a piece of glass. âI-Iâm sorry, maâam. Please, I wo-wouldnât want you to hurt yourselfâŚ.if I do it doesnât-um-doesnât matter.â
Spence knelt beside him, despite his words. Slender fingers reached out, carefully plucking up the shards as they spoke. "It's no problem, really. Besides, I don't think any master would want you to have an infected hand," Spence teased, glancing over at his hand. "You can come back to my room and I can bandage that, if you like."
"I donât know, is there a reason youâd lie about not requesting someone?" It was just odd to her, but she didnât think much of it. "Software update? Fuck, sâthere wifi here?"
"No, but not everyone believes the truth. Of course there's wifi. Wouldn't have come if there wasn't. Though I don't imagine you're all supplied with MacBooks down there."
"Iâm Parker." He said and smiled softly at her. "Itâs nice to meet you Master."
"It's nice to meet you too, Parker. And unless we're fucking, you don't have to call me master. Spence will work just fine."
"Right." Alice wasnât sure why sheâd wound up in this womanâs room, but the request was simple enough that she obliged and sat.
"What, was I not believable?" Spence turned to face the brunet, the hint of a smirk on their features. "Alright -- perhaps I did request someone. But I got caught up in this new software update and.. well, forgot."
"Iâm sorry..I was told to come to this room." Parker said as he slowly sat down.
"No need to apologize." Spence finished the sentence they were writing, turning themself around to greet the male with a friendly smile. "What's your name?"
"I don't remember requesting anyone, but please -- sit, make yourself comfortable. I'll be done in a moment."
Ya, ya can try! âMma lockâd volt. Talkinâ? Thaâ âm good at. Whaâchyaâs name?
"Yeah? I guess I'll have to see if I can break the lock. My name's Spencer, Spence for short. May I ask yours?"
"Whatâs your favorite color?"
"Most people usually start by asking my name first, but the answer is black. What's yours?"
James licked his lips to keep from biting his tongue in his quest to keep his mouth shut. It wasnât his fault he had just broken the plate but he knew he was going to get in trouble for it. âDammitâŚâ He mumbled softly to himself as he dropped to his knees.
Spence rounded the corner as the sound of the plate breaking echoed, cringing slightly at the nose. They stopped in their tracks to watch the male pick up the shards for a moment before speaking up. "Would you like some help? I wouldn't want you to cut yourself."
Haha, Woudnât ya gife ta know tha? Ya really would? Whaâs tha catch?
"I'll coax it out of ya somehow. No catch. Consider it an act of kindness. Although, I wouldn't mind some conversation."
    It was well into the afternoon now, but Sky was still fast asleep, sprawled out on his single bed. A soft snore left his body, filling the room with the sleepy sound. It was the first time since he was here that he slept to well, but that ended when he heard someone come in. Emerald orbs fluttered open, and his head lulled to the side, âMâawakeâŚâ he mumbled, struggling to stay awake though, already drifting back to sleep.
    After spending time adjusting to the hotel and putting away the necessary things, Spence had decided upon passing the time with a trip down to the slave quarters. So far, the basement had been better than expected. If anything, Spence prepared for steel doors with metal bars and a hard cot. While the place was small and most likely uncomfortable, it seemed to be livable and provide some bit of freedom. Most rooms were empty, and the ones that weren't were filled with slaves that hadn't quite managed to capture Spence's eye. When they peered into the ginger's room, their interest peaked. Upon first meeting, Spence didn't plan on fucking them -- more so, getting to know them, as if it were necessary to. Spence tried awaking the male once, voice calling out to stir him from his sleep. As they watched him drift in and out of consciousness, a laugh came from their lips. Spence moved to the side of the bed, crouching down to be leveled with the ginger. "Wake up, sleepyhead."
Iâd do jus bout anyfhing fer some fucknâ fresh air, if weâre beeinâ honest âere
"If you'd do just about anything for fresh air, I wonder what you'd do for something tangible - kidding. Â I don't believe I can take you outside, but, I can take you out on my balcony. Sound good?"