There was something naturally unsettling about being in the pens again, although not in the pens like he was several weeks ago. He glanced over his shoulder at his Master, who was busy doing something and not paying attention to CJ, although CJ wasn't far behind. He wouldn't be far behind. The last time he had strayed, it had ended up being rather dangerous and a very bad situation, like from the party. He chewed his lip at the memories of that, and quickly started to close the distance between himself and his Master, not wanting to get into trouble again. He was stupid for getting into trouble the first time, and he knew better. All he wanted was Master to be proud of him, to love him the way CJ loved him, but Master was a mean man, a sadist at times, and CJ loved it. He was able to indulge in the pleasures of pain his Master inflicted, and at the same time, able to explore the comfortably numb warmth of Master's surroundings. It was really the best of both worlds to the young masochist, and he wouldn't trade it for the world. Or, well, for any of the worlds, considering how many there were.
He stepped quickly, albeit quietly, to close the growing gap between himself and his Master. He had only made it about ten steps when he saw another boy, maybe a few years his junior, shifting closer to the bars. Something -- something about this boy made CJ stop and stare, made him want to tug Master back to see if they could have quality time. Something about the boy reminded CJ about himself -- although, CJ actively sought out the pain when it never came, and wasn't quite as quiet and passive this boy seemed to be. But the parallels where there, and CJ tilted his head, ignoring the falling footsteps of Master as he stepped to another cell to browse the person or thing inside it, looking for another slave to buy and bring home.
Not that Master would have another slave like CJ. Because, obviously, CJ was special.
He didn't know what to say to this boy though; the one who looked lost and confused, scared and heartbroken. CJ felt that way. CJ couldn't help but swallow the knot in his throat at the realization that, if Master ever got tired of him. The idea did not sit well with CJ, and a nervous look casted towards his Master made CJ feel a little more reassured. Master liked him, right? He turned his attention back to the boy before allowing the goofy, silly smile to cross his face, light up his dark eyes and show rows of straight teeth, with little dimples hiding in his cheeks, "You look scared and lonely. Can I sit and talk?" he asked. He didn't let the boy have an answer, as he plopped down right onto the floor outside of the cage and crossed his legs. At least he wasn't wandering off in the opposite direction of his master, and at least he would be stationary. For now. "My name is CJ. What's yours?" Sure, he could've just read it, but that'd take CJ eons and, well, he didn't have eons to make new friends.
