Spiked Punch || Manny & Julius
Manny had almost dreaded Halloween out of pure anxiety over whatever costume theme Kris would come up with this year. Last year he hadn’t particularly been the biggest fan of the Toy Story theme, simply because his costume then had covered barely anything and looked ridiculous on his form. This year, however, he wasn’t hating it. Sure, Kris gave him a Supergirl costume to go with his own Superman one, but it was a vast improvement over the sexy and feminine Woody thing. At least this one covered things and he didn’t exactly mind how his legs looked in the boots. Neither did his master for that matter either before they’d left the suite for the village’s festivities.
As he sat at the Blood Bar, he kept looking over at one of the slaves sitting nearby. He swore he recognized him, but not as a slave who’d been in Krovs for a while or as someone he’d met before. For the life of him, Manny couldn’t place where he might have known this other slave until it finally dawned on him at last. “Oh my god, wait,” he leaned forward ever so slightly to capture Julius’ attention, “You’re Julius Michaels, aren’t you?”
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