The Hallway

@l. joe [slave] He was on thin ice. Yuri was finding it hard to hold on to what's left of her patience, she never was one to keep rage in for very long. It was only a matter of time until she throws a fit and declare war on everyone who crosses her path today, starting with L.joe. But, before a frown could even form on her face, she caught herself at just the last minute. Wrinkles are for losers, no need to frown. This mantra echoed in her head and kept her calm and sane, for now. Her fists curled and uncurled behind her back in an attempt to blow off steam. "You know what? Let's just start over," she suggested a little too enthusiastic. "Forget what I said earlier. Yes, it was rude and I'm sorry." She exhaled the 's' word in a dramatic fashion and looked him in the eye, more serious now. "I'm asking nicely now. I'll pay you back somehow," Yuri was low on cash. As much as she'd love to buy the slave to torture him, she really did need him right now for business purposes.

@yuri [woman of house] L.joe glared at her. "If you weren't so ignorant, you'd know and you won't ask such stupid question." He answered. A small laugh escaped his pink lips as he crossed his arms. His eyebrows knitted. "And what makes you think I'll do it?" He said, emphasizing on the you. His face displayed a boring expression as he faced her. None of what she said wasn't all that interesting.

@l. joe [slave] Yuri was unfazed by the sudden drop of kindness. She expected an attitude from him but it wasn't like she was one to back down. "Well, what are slaves good for if they can't clean?" It was common sense, really. L.joe should stop whining and do as he's told. An idea popped into her mind, since he was so good at sneaking around that even Yuri were unaware of his presence, then, maybe he can be of use to her. "You know what? Forget the floor," a smug smile was now plastered on her face. "I have another job for you.

@yuri [woman of house] He was calm, waiting for Yuri to answer his question but he could tell the other could see right through him. He could careless. He sighed, looking down at the floor. The floor's are dirty. "Then wash them." He said, deciding to drop the nice act. "It's not a big deal, princess. Plus, I am not a maid as you can see." A smirk played on his lips as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

@l. joe [slave] At the sound of his voice, Yuri jumped. He seemed to have popped up out of nowhere, how come she didn't hear him approach? 'Probably because of these stupid heels,' Yuri thought to herself as she looked down at the pair of stilettos in her hand. A scoff escaped from in reply to L.joe's question. 'Pfft, 'lady' my ,' she could see right through him. It was obvious his tone was forced but she didn't really care. The feeling was mutual. "Do you see how dirty the floor is?" Yuri walked towards him as she points out the specks of dirt on the floor. "My feet are filthy."

@yuri [woman of house] L.joe was looking for someone when he heard the annoying sound of heel clacking the floor boards. He grimaced in distaste. He went to find the source of that obnoxious sound. He turned the corner and was met with the Yuri, the woman of the house. It's not like L.joe found her nuisance, it was sometimes all the power went to her head and she was a . "Is something wrong, my lady?" He asked with his forged nice tone.

The sound of her heels clacking echoed through the halls. Yuri cringed with every step. She would never be able to sneak around unnoticed with these things on. "Aish!" The loud noise eventually got on her last nerves. She took off her shoes and walked around barefooted. The floor felt cold under her foot and it was a relief to get rid of the noise but she soon found it to be uncomfortable. Her feet are probably covered in dirt and the floor didn't look very clean. "Doesn't anyone clean these halls?" Yuri thought aloud and tiptoed around in disgust.