Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.
The quiet sniffling behind him makes Techie stop in his tracks and whirl around to face Dopheld. His confusion melts into sympathy. “Hey… What’s wrong? Is s-something the m-matter?” There’s an urge to cup his cheek and brush the tears away with his thumb, but Techie’s cheeks color. That’s unprofessional!
Mitaka whimpers softly and presses his face into Techie’s shirt. “I-i want y-you…want t-to be c-claimed by you b-but you don’t w-want me..”
An electric shock shoots up Techie’s spine, and he unconsciously tightens his protective hold on him, eyes fluttering closed for a split second before they open wide in surprise. “Um! W-woah!! You are s-super handsome and ridiculously at-attract-t-tive but I d-don’t sleep with the people I free from slavery! It, uh, d-doesn’t really send the r-right message-”
His cheeks were a cherry red and his eyes focused anywhere but on Dopheld. Techie’s hands lifted off him and then hovered over for a moment, unsure of what do with them. “P-please, don’t cry Dopheld. There’s a whole w-world waiting you you out there! Wh-why settle for little old m-me?” He shoots him a lopsided grin, almost pleading: don’t tempt me…
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