She hasn't tried anything yet. So, either she's biding her time or she doesn't think she can win. She's right, if it's the latter. He's been training in two types of hand to hand combat three times weekly for five years. He doesn't need to be a vampire to take her down.
"In my case, a very spoiled Pet." He finally turns back to look at her when they have exited the hall into a large open room that is a living and entertainment room (complete with a plush leather couch and platinum TV) on the left and a small kitchen with dine-in counter on the right.
"It's supposed to be comfortable," he adds, "so I miss home less." It doesn't actually work. But, if Max has to choose, he'd rather his life of enslavement be comfortable and not spent in a torturous cold steel prison cell.
Out here in the living room there are more personal touches to be seen. Against the backdrop of expensive furniture stands some oddly Kitschy items. There's a small figurine of the Eifel Tower, next to one of a basket full of colorful macarons, and a few other nick-knacks of a similar nature. Sugar and baking seem to be a theme around the whole place, with pictures on the wall depicting colorful desserts side by side with apparently hand-drawn designs for elaborate cakes. There's even a cake keeper on the kitchen counter currently housing half a dozen cupcakes. The smell of chocolate batter still lingers faintly in the air.
"If there's anything you'd want to get to make yourself more comfortable here, you can tell me and I'll have it ordered. Clothes, too. You'll need more of those."
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Date: 2020-12-09 08:58 pm (UTC)She hasn't tried anything yet. So, either she's biding her time or she doesn't think she can win. She's right, if it's the latter. He's been training in two types of hand to hand combat three times weekly for five years. He doesn't need to be a vampire to take her down.
"In my case, a very spoiled Pet." He finally turns back to look at her when they have exited the hall into a large open room that is a living and entertainment room (complete with a plush leather couch and platinum TV) on the left and a small kitchen with dine-in counter on the right.
"It's supposed to be comfortable," he adds, "so I miss home less." It doesn't actually work. But, if Max has to choose, he'd rather his life of enslavement be comfortable and not spent in a torturous cold steel prison cell.
Out here in the living room there are more personal touches to be seen. Against the backdrop of expensive furniture stands some oddly Kitschy items. There's a small figurine of the Eifel Tower, next to one of a basket full of colorful macarons, and a few other nick-knacks of a similar nature. Sugar and baking seem to be a theme around the whole place, with pictures on the wall depicting colorful desserts side by side with apparently hand-drawn designs for elaborate cakes. There's even a cake keeper on the kitchen counter currently housing half a dozen cupcakes. The smell of chocolate batter still lingers faintly in the air.
"If there's anything you'd want to get to make yourself more comfortable here, you can tell me and I'll have it ordered. Clothes, too. You'll need more of those."