The Indigo had heard about the new slave that they had recently captured, feisty little feral if the rumors had to be believed. He didn't pay too much attention to those however, rather tended to always look for himself first whenever possible. The device in his hands got tapped lazily, before he scrolled through the slaves that one could hire. A few options tapped and he came those who weren't desired by a lot of other masters who favored well-behaved slaves that could be used for anything. He didn't mind them, but he liked the feisty ones, loved to break them and put them together like he wanted to do.
A pause as he hovered over the button, going through everything to make sure he was prepared for the little kitten. A tap of a nail against the screen and the order was send. The olive would soon be led toward his living space. Kurloz swiftly stood and walked over to the cabinet against the wall, examining all the bottles lining the shelves and then picked one, seemingly at random and then poured himself a glass.
He did think that he would deserve it after all the hard work he would be doing today. The footsteps approached and his ears twitched lightly, before he forced himself to appear casual. Not that he was never casual in any other situation or that he felt anything else right now. Although those who knew him, knew that there was a subtle tension to his body. It was ready for anything that could happen, ready to defend in attack. On the other hand, it was not needed for anything. He could feel how someone else felt, could smother it, or light it to fire. A curse most would say. A gift, he would counter.
