Theater

@Sandeul "I know doll..." he said, looking at the doll in its eyes, but somehow, it didn't look like Inati was here anymore. He was gone somewhere else, in the past, for a few seconds, before the sweet doll's voice brought him back. He moved his hands down to twenty-three's member and pecked its lips before getting down on his knees in front the doll. While his hand was surrounding the doll's , he kissed the tip of it, one time, and a second time. Inati looked up at the doll's face while he slowly took the tip of the in his mouth, pressing his tongue more and more against the slit, his fist surrounding the doll moving slowly up and down while he at the head.

(it's fine babe <3)

@Inati The kiss was so sweet. Sandeul had to force back a small pleasure moan, he melted under the other's lips and when they broke the kiss he closed his eyes, slowly breathing through his nose when his client touched his face ever so gently. A gentle smile appeared on his full lips "If you want master....you only need as much as say one word and I will be honored to serve you" he whispered and lifted his hand, wanting to press the other's hand closer to his cheek but changed his mind and instead just tilted his head, so that the other was now caressing his cheek "I will gladly do anything you wish for master"he said and added in his mind 'Because you are a special master'. He loved pleasing this man because he always managed to make Sandeul feel worthy, needed.


(Sorry, so short;; )

@Sandeul Pressing more the doll against him, he moved slowly his lips against the doll's one. As he parted his lips according to the kiss, Inati kept repeating to himself that what he was doing was bad and that he must stop right now. But now he was into the kiss, that little voice faded, soon replaced by another one, telling him to even just the doll right here on the spot. To it and more. He the doll's lips, Inati had his eyes tightly closed and groaned feeling the shorter's little hand on his arm. Inati break the kiss but kept his eyes closed as he nuzzled the doll in his neck, "don't touch me back ..." he mumbled with a filled with pain voice, before resting his forehead on the other's one, to finally open his eyes, looking the doll into its, "or I can promise you I will be able to hold back ..." Inati cupped the doll's face to caress its cheeks by rubbing his long thumb on it, thinking that for every doll it was the same, that every doll would consider being touched and ed by him was a sort of punishment for them.

@Inati When his back and head hit the wall and he was forced to struggle for every breath Sandeul could not say he was too shocked. He had expected a reaction but felt sad it was such a harsh one. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, swallowing the pain he knew he deserved. After all he just let himself do something he wouldn't dare to even think of just yesterday. This master was different, physical contact wasn't a vital part of the equation. He inequality he had to think of another way to express his gratitude.
He looked up when his master's hand forced him to, a thin layer of tears coating his eyes, tears of shame. He was ashamed he caused his master such...discomfort. When he was let go he wanted to beg for forgiveness, the feeling that swirled in his stomach making him feel sick but before he could open his mouth suddenly those soft lips pressed against his again. He couldn't hold back the tiny moan that left his mouth when he felt his master's hands on him, touching his hair and back. He didn't move at all, letting the other go at his own accord bit let one hand come up to touch Inati's arm, and his other one to gently rest on the other's back, afraid to really hug him like he wanted right how.

@Sandeul Inati's eyes widened when he realized what the doll was doing, but it was too late to react. He was completely frozen as he raised a hand to rest his fingers on his lips, where the doll's ones had been. It had been so long since he kissed someone he had forgot what it felt like. His head felt dizzy and he barely heard the apology of the doll, frowning he hold -a bit too tight- the doll by his neck, and switching their position, he shoved him against the wall. "What do you think you're doing ?" he hissed between his teeth, holding it better by his jaw he made the doll look up to him, "what did I said about giving me time ?" This time his voice came out less hard and less frightening, almost like a complain. Releasing the doll's face, he tried to ignore the mark of his hand on its neck and jaw as he leaned forward. Slowly, he rested his lips against the doll's ones in an hesitant motion before closing his eyes as he let their lips connected. He slipped one hand into the doll's hair, caressing its hair softly and put its hair behind its ear while his other hand came in its lower back, pressing the short body against his hot one.

@Inati Sandeul felt his heart ease a little bit when he felt his client real into the hug. He closed his eyes and put even more of himself, his soul into his song, wishing for it to help his master and ease all pain the other was feeling. He opened his eyes to look at the other when the song came to an end and a smile bloomed on his fine lips "You are always, always welcome master. I will always do all I can to make you happy sir" he whispered and a shiver run through his body when his forehead was kissed ever so gently. He rises and hand to touch this special spot, that got his master to touch it and leaned in, getting together all his courage to place a faint and soft kiss on the other lips, careful with his every move. He dripped his eyes to the floor right after, bowing his head to the other "I hope master will forgive me this impulsive act. I just felt the need to thank you sir" he said in a small voice. He didn't regret kissing the other but feared the other might dislike it. He indeed felt felt grateful though, he felt really good knowing he had brought comfort to the other and was grateful that the other gifted him this feeling, that his existence somehow helped the other. It was the reason why he was such a good doll. His own needs, wishes and dreamed were always secondary to his master's and he didn't feel as if he lacked something. His happiness was dependant on his client's and when he upset a client he would gratefully accept punishment so that it would ease the feel of disappointment he felt when those rare accidents happened. He looked up for a second before listing his gaze again, his gaze soft and comforting.

@Sandeul Inati's hold loosen a bit when the doll started to sing, relaxing hearing the sweet and angel like voice right next his ear, feeling less far from heaven than he had always felt his whole life. His life that it had been with the mafia or at his company, had always sounded and looked like Hell to Inati, even though he loved his work, the people around him made it look like that. The only paradise he got to know was in his lover's arm and at the dollhouse place. But even at the dollhouse, he had never really be near to a doll which he considered all as little angels running around the place. Never Inati had allowed himself to get too near to a doll, the realisation that they were not angels actually scared him, but what frightened him more, was that at any time he would loose control and again kill one of those creature of God. He waited for the doll to finish his song, to rest his two hands on the doll's cheek, the doll had such a little head, Inati's hands were much more bigger than it. "Thank you" he whispered before resting a kiss on the doll's forehead, he then quickly released the doll, afraid he wouldn't be able to do it if he waited too long.

@Inati Sandeul smiled when he heard the other's reassuring words. He looked at the other, his body still a bit tense but it all melted away when he felt the other's warm body close to him. He rested his head on his client's shoulder and slowly wrapped his hands around his master's back. He closed his eyes when he was told to sing and let a soft and warm feeling to wash over him, when he felt ready he opened his mouth. Angel like voice filled the small backstage room, he sung about acceptance and reassurance feeling like this song would be good now. As he went on he rubbed soothing circles on his client's back wishing to take away all his worried and pains. At moments like this doll #23 felt it really existed. He, who had no memory of his past, who didn't have a name or an identity felt he was worth something at moments like this. Moments when he could help his client, moments when being a perfect doll was the thing that was needed. And perfect he was, soft and ready to do anything for his clients pleasure just to hear the prise. He was doll #23 and it was his whole world one he didn't dare to try and leave because he didn't exist in any other world. Only here, between the walls of the dollhouse the nameless doll who couldn't remember it's name could exist.

@Sandeul Inati closed his eyes, trying to get read of the nightmare like image in his head, the other's face recovered with blood. He shook it slightly "it's fine doll..." he sighed slowly opening his eyes anew and smiled sadly to the doll. He rested a hand on its head to pet it a bit, "you did nothing wrong" he took the doll's hand to removed it from his forehead and softly pulled it into a comforting hug, even though he may be the one needing comfort at the moment. The more he hugged the doll, his hold on it got tighter by every second as he plunged his face in the shorter's neck, taking in its sweet smell. "Sing a bit for me." He mumbled, needing something to be able to differentiate this one doll from his past one, smiling softly against this one doll's skin remembering how bad his lover had been at singing.

@Inati Sandeul frowned when his client suddenly jumped up like this. He glanced at the small mirror that lay.by the sewing machine and much to his horror he looked messy. He hurried to wipe off the chalk from his face and arranged his hair in a neat way. He looked at his work when he heard the other's really reply, one that didn't answer his question and looked up at the other with questioning eyes. The atmosphere in the room got heavier, colder and a shiver run through his body. He stood up, wrapping the other's cost around his small body "is everything alright sir? Did I do something wrong?" He asked carefully, placing one thin, pale hand on Inati's forearm, concern in his eyes.

@Sandeul The guest stayed silent watching the doll getting to work, he knew too well that when in the process of creating it was better to never interrupt anyone. With the position he had, he could fire anyone who would, but what the doll could ? Nothing, yet Inati repescted art and creation too much to care about whoever's statut it would be. First he was looking at the other's hands, and unconsciously, his eyes got up its arms and to its face. He watched it a moment and the more he looked at it, Inati felt something within himself. His insides got torned and his heart hurt .. a lot. When he turned to him with that face, the chalk, the messy hair.. the smile.. Inati blushed and stood up quickly, he avoided the doll's eyes, trying to focus on the cloth. It couldn't be true. Not now he had finally been able to forget him, how could he come back in his life like this, through another someone, through another something. Cause dolls were just things.. just things. "It's great..." he mumbled, unable to really getting focused on the piece of art in front him. He knew he had many comments to do about it, to teach the doll, but that face. It had always distract him.

@Inati Sandeul watched the other from the corner of his eye 'what happened?' He thought to himself, there must have been a reason for the way the other was acting. He moved IOS eyes back to the fabric. He picked up the chalk and started drawing on the red material. Lines appears on the fabric bringing to life the image he had in his head. Flowers bloomed on the fabric, black branches appeared and when he was done he sat up and looked over the kimono, his hair was a bit messy, falling on his face and some chalk was on his cheek and forehead. He turned to the other with a smilen "this is what I see. Is it possible?" He asked, pointing at his work.

@Sandeul "I'm not waiting anything from you, so no risk you would deceive me. Don't worry." It was quite funny that the two of them kept trying to reassure the other but about different subjects though. "Of course I'll help you." He nodded and could say nothing about the doll being fragile. Maybe he wasn't, but Inati knew what he had done and what he was capable of. He looked at his hand, the same hand which had been on the doll's cheek, the same hand which had already killed. He went grab a chair which he brought to come sit next the doll, "as you're starting it's better for you to draw on the tissue with a special chalk, so you wouldn't use too much or cut it too short. After only you can start sewing."

@Myungsoo Sending glanced between the male and the movie, BamBam decided to watch the movie as well since he hasn't seen one in such a long time. Plus, he didn't constantly want to be looking at the latter. Perhaps he would follow the latter to his home?

@Inati Sandeul blushed a little and glanced up "I'm sorry master..it's just that...I'm not sure if I can stand up to your expectations. I'd hate to disappoint you sir " he said and looked at the red fabric on his knees again "But...but I really want to try and fix this wear." He said and run a hand over the fabric. Even though it was painfully simple the material itself was one of good quality and he knew would look good with the other fabric he chose.
A faint chuckle left his mouth when he heard the other Weiss "I know master. I couldn't burden you being just a doll so...will.you help me master? I really divest to learn" he said and smiled. Should he feel offended? Of course not. After all the clients words were true. The doll closed it's eyes at the feeling of his master rubbing his cheek "Im not as fragile as I look sir. A simple touch cannot harm me" he assured the other and turned his face to the sewing machine "Where do I start though? Should I first draw the pattern on the kimono itself or start cutting it out of the chiffon? " he asked, not site how to even start.

@#28 BamBam A movie was always nice and Myungsoo wanted to chill for a moment. Getting away from the dolls of this place for awhile, he saw that the airing was good here and decided to check it out. Though, lately he's been feeling kinda strange of this house. As though it was watching him, keeping him on his toes. It kinda creeped him out a bit but he shrugged it off. The movie was starting and the theater was beginning to fill up with dolls and guests alike. He sipped on his cola as the movie was beginning.

@Sandeul "But your neck..." Inati mumbled, looking at the red marks not disappearing from the milky skin. Not being able to remove his eyes from it, when usually the doll sewing would got his whole attention, yet he needed to stay concentrated to not mess up again. "Hmm.. it's fine with this one, no one will notice as it's so bad, no one will miss it." He said with his usual scornful tone he would use at work. Inati sighed softly listening to the doll, still praising him, but somehow, he wasn't. "You're right. I'm that great, so why are you doubting about my choice to make you do it ?" and he chuckled at what it said after, "you think I would let anyone burden me ? so a doll... don't be stupid..." he laughed, never really knowing when his words would get hurtful to others.
He blinked at the doll thinking it must be broken for acting such a way, "I can't allow myself to hurt you, even by accident..." he said lowly, in a slow breath as he let the doll kiss his hand, he then caressed its cheek with his thumb, looking at it sadly.

@Myungsoo BamBam had taken a seat, humming to himself. He occasionally sent glances at the people who walked in and walked out, all of them being regular human beings of course. But one tall, slim male caught his attention. He walked past as his shoes clacked the floor, his hair jet black. And, being the weirdo he was, BamBam decided that he would stalk the man. He walked closer to the latter, trying to make it not look so obvious. He wondered what the latter would do I he found out. The man took a seat and BamBam took a seat near him, trying his best not to look so suspicious.

@Inati Sandeul kept his gaze down. He didn't knowingest to say but the feeling of the client's hands on his shoulders was a reassuring one. He liked it not noticing his bruising skin. He never noticed when his bruises appeared. His skin was just too sensitive, a bit tight hold was enough to color it purple. He looked up when the warmth was gone and he heard his client apologize. He smiled softly "It's nothing sir. I didn't feel any pain, my skin is just too sensitive so please don't worry. You didn't hurt me at all" he said gently and looked back down when he remembered the question "you are right sir. I'm not allowed since last time I ruined material. I didn't want to but I wasn't skilled enough to create something new" he said in a bit Ignacio sad tone. The ideas in his head were a way to distract himself but since he had no way of letting them out they too became a burden.
He looked up when his client touched his chin, and bit his lip "But you are not a follower master. You are the creator. How can I stand in front of you and be sure my work is the best? I wouldn't dare sir" he said and smiled at the other's next words "It is very kind of you to suggest this but I'd hate to burden you master" he said respectfully and smiled again. He didn't feel he was worthy of such attention.
His smiled turned sad when the other pullednhis hand back like this. Sandeul reached for it and brought it to his lips "Don't worry master." He said and kissed it, a soft smile on his lips. There was something fascinating in seeing his client like this. Knowing he could feel insecure as well.

@#11 Youngmin Yesung sat in the place next to the doll´s sit and turned to looked at him,with a sweet smile, he was really into music and that melody maked him feel relax ¨I guess there´s not..and I do want you to play it ..it´s relaxing¨
Yesung said those words with a lare at the doll´s hand

@Yesung youngmin shook his head. “there is no need for appologie.” then giggled right after his statement. “i-i have another pieacedo you want me to play it?” youngmin shyly asked and blushed a little.

@#11 Youngmin Yesung smiled when seeing the boy doing a small bow and walk to where the boy was ¨I´m sorry..I just..really liked that melody you were playing ¨

@Yesung Youngmin startled a little, when he heard a sudden clapping coming out of nowhere. “ack! you startled me.” youngmin screamed in surprised, then grabbed his startled heart. Then bowed to the guest.

@#11 Youngmin Yesung was walking around the place when he heard melody comming from a room,as he got closer he could see that was the theater and even thouhg it seemed close there was someone playin the piano,Yesung stayed outside the door hearing the beutiful melody and when it was about to finish he entered the room clapping and smiling wanting to meet the person of such beautiful gifts

@Sandeul Suddenly, Inati didn't felt like he was in the dolllhouse anymore, but he was at work, taking in a new worker. He could feel the potential, deep within the doll, somewhere really deep into it, but Inati was that kind of genius, he could feel and smell it, and would sure to do anything to get it out. He just liked art so much, it made him forget everything else, even the place around them and why he was in for at the first time. There were only him and art within the doll, he just had to pull it out. When the doll started explaining what it wanted to do, Inati closed his eyes, imagining the changes, all the things the doll would do and it excited him. Without realizing it, he got his fingers slightly buried into the doll's skin. The guest only opened his eyes anew to look at the certain tissue the doll showed him, but didn't made any comment about it. Not caring what the result would be, he just liked the doll's way to create. "That's amazing... and you say you're not allowed to sew and such ?" He looked at the doll and removed his marks into the others, "..sorry.. I.." he whispered watching the marks and took a few steps away from the doll, breaking or damaging a doll being his biggest fear, he couldn't let himself be, that was just not possible. "Don't ask for my opinion. When it's about art and creation, you do what you like. After you show it to others, telling them it's the best of the world. If you love the work you do, others will just follow. Main of people are just followers..." Inati's sentence ended in a mumble, thinking about all his workers under his orders, always waiting for him to tell them what to do and such. He grabbed a chair and came sit next the doll, he hold its chin gently to make it look at him, "you are wonderful, the best worker I ever had, just do your work and we would fix the little misses together." He spoke softly, the same speech he would always say to a new boy or girl he would take in at his job. He was always caring and gentle, until those kids, thinking because they were working for the Inati's brand, could be as pretentious as him. When he realized again he had his fingers on the other, Inati curled his fingers into a fist, removing it from the soft skin and brought his fist to his chest. Looking the doll apologetically, being sorry for it that he didn't know how to handle his own strength.

Youngmin, who has been bored to death to be just cooped up in his room, on a nice day, went out and came to theatre. When he looked around to see if anyone was watching him. he sighed of realf when there was noone. He went straight to where the piano was. he sat on the piano bench and started to play "Moonlight sonata."

@Inati Sandeul's eyes widened and panic rises in his stomach. He just got himself in a very bad situation. If he refused his client will get upset and Sandeul wanted this less then anything. If he tried to sew something and ruined material he will be scolded by the puppetmaster, maybe even punished. He bit his lip hard to hold back the slight shivering in his shoulders since his master's hands were resting on them. He had to do as he was told but he feared the others reaction. Sandeul knew nothing about designing or fashion he was sure the idea that suddenly popped in his mind d will be laughed at by the other. After another moment he took a deep breath deciding to try anyway. He looked down at the fabric and grimaced at the color 'I need to tone it down somehow he thought and looked around his eyes falling onto a roll of white, almost transparent fabric. White chiffon. He pointed at it "I would add some white to tone the red down, make the belt out of this fabric and add flowers made from the same fabric over the sleeves and shoulders part and.."he looked around again "and maybe add some black flowers of this fabric too" he said pointing of a roll of black chiffon. Then lowered his gaze "but I'm not skilled enough to do all that and I'm sure master will have a better idea sir" he said timidly. The excitement that was audible in his voice before dying down as he remembered who he was talking to.

@Sandeul Inati listened to the doll and it was like suddenly he saw it in a different way. It was no more a doll to play with, well not like the way he usually play with the dolls, but it was more something like he was back to be a kid and found a friend to play about creating things together. He tilted his head to the side as he kept looking at the doll's face, trying to understand what was going on in the other's head. "I want to see." He grabbed suddenly the doll's hand and dragged it to the backstage, where all costumes were and of course, could be found a sewing machine. He forced the doll to sit behind it and moved the kimono to it. "Do what you want with it, show me how you wojld5 turn it better." Inati had his hands on the doll's shoulders when he realized it, he started to remove it as his usual but finally let it there, slightly squeezing it to encourage the doll.

@Inati Sandeul smiled and bowed his head to the other "As you wish master. Thank you." He said and looked up with a smile. He liked spending time with this master, it was a nice time as long as he kept the an pleased and every time he did his best. He would hate to upset this guest more then any other because with this one he felt almost special.

Sandeul blushed at the others answer "ah, I should have guessed...a simple wear such at this won't be able to satisfy master's superior taste" he said in a serious voice and he really meant it. He liked the clothes he was given by this man, they were all unique and beautiful.
A chuckle left his mouth "I completely agree with you on this one sir. The thing is that this kind of a regular kimono is the only one I have access to in the dressing room and I have a few clients who like seeing me wear it so in truth I have no choice" he explained and then nodded "Just basic things though. I'm not very skilled I'm afraid sir" he said. He could fix some clothes but the one time he tried creating a new one he got yelled at for ruining precious material and didn't try to do it again.

@Sandeul The doll looked pleased with his explanation, "I think I'll allow you more from now on... just don't go too fast, I'm not used to it." Inati told the doll about more skinship, knowing that one day he will have to get to it. It was just he didn't want to break any doll. For him, a doll was just here to be beautiful and stand behind a glass or on a picture, for him to look at it forever. Even if sometimes he had to confessed that there were times he felt tempted.

"Female or not is not important." Inati shook his head, knowing he had been asking too much of the doll. But somehow, he didn't felt like at his work, when one of his worker would give him a wrong answer, this one would be sure he would be fired within the few seconds after the wrong answer would have left his lips. But the doll knew nothing about it, and it didn't annoyed Inati either like the interviewers did, asking him questions about his work, over and over again. He reached the kimono to rest it in the doll's hands, "this is too common. A doll like you can't wear something like that. And of course, even for something as common as this one, the color is ... well, it's better to not make any comment about it or the discussion would turn out badly." Inati sighed, the simple view of the tissue gave him headaches. "Do you know how to use a sewing machine ?" he asked watching the doll in its eyes, trying to not look at the horror in its hands.