The Head of the House - Bathroom -

@tao Blankly starting up at the light, Luhan felt a rush of memories open up from the cage he locked them in. Flashing from his brother and his sister, his parents, and everyone who mistreated him to make him this way. And, for the first time in a long time he felt something other then nothing. He felt hurt, there was no other way to put it. If his brother and sister were never born then maybe he would have a better change in this life that he lived in. Maybe he would see the finer things in life and wouldnt have to hide the fact that the baby his /sister/ is carrying is his. The hurt just seemed to boil up, making the intense anger come as well, he just wanted to...

Wait, what was that?

Thoughts slowly fading as he heard some shuffling in the main room. Was someone there? Was the male he was waiting for finally coming? Brown orbs slowly trailing over to the entrance to the bathroom, he saw something he really didnt expect. Luhan his bottom lip slowly as his eyes studded the form of the, obviously, older male. Quite nice first impression.

"Luhan, sir. I am a slave sent here to meet the head of the house." A small nod came from the younger of the two as the metallic smell of blood drifted to his sensitive nose. Ew. Making no mention to say anything about it, even though it was touching him. God, he hated the feel of someone elses blood, his own blood was fine. But, when someone elses touched him, it made him feel so dirty, and gross. Wishing the male would let him go so he could wash that sticky red substance off his pale cheeks.

@luhan [slave trainee] "I ordered black coffee!" tao exclaimed, squeezing the foam cup in his fingers and ing it up against the wall. He had waited patiently for his order and was prized with a white chocolate frappe. Thus, the mere act had triggered his anger.

"and you, can clean this up!" he demanded, pointing at the cashier at the coffee shop. She was not under his authorization, but she definately did fear the man. A sudden need to get up and clean the mess was and as she was cleaning, Tao left the premises with anger scowering his mind and expression. It was a typical emotion though, anyone would agree.

After the drive home, ZiTao parked near the back. He took his thoughts and understood that if he entered through the front doors, many would ask him unnessicary questions about his off mood. If he dared enter through the hedge in the back yard, he'd definately be noted as suspicious. These motives were definately off of the list.

Grasping the column attached to the balcony of his room, ZiTao climbed up slowly, letting his fingers grasp the thorny vines swerving up it's surface. Not but a mere heavy breath escaped his thin lips as he grasped the edge and swung himself up, knowing there was going to be a bit of blood to clean up later on.

Ignoring his bloodied and torn up hands, Tao pulled his black leather jacket off and his shirt, leaving him in grey skinny jeans which lay pretty low due to his lean waist. Most jeans ceased to remain on lock with his near slim hips. He was a masculine male and he was not of a race which carried the genes of larger hips. Besides, men look nicer with a angular body.

After doing so, ZiTao entered the bathroom, casually letting himself drift toward the sink, but stopped as he noticed a young pink haired boy in his jacuzzi. A slight scowl overcame his lips as he took quick steps toward him and grasped his thin chin with the tips of his fingers. Scowl Turing into a soft frown, Tao looked the boy down slowly. He was absolutely beautiful. Who knew he'd find a femininely attractive young man waiting for him in his tub, he might have been his slave.
"name." he ordered, noticing the blood from his hands mixing with the water in the tub and most of it laced over the pink boys porcelain cheeks.

@tao It as time.

Luhan would finally get a chance to meet the head of the house and if he was lucky, might just get some play time. After all the head of the house must be head for a reason. Does that mean he gave the best ? Does that mean he was the meanest? The young male looked up as he came up to the said door of the room he had to be in. Biting his bottom lip, wondering if he should knock or not, after all he didn't want to make to bad of an impression... Wait, why did he care anyway? authority.

Opening the door, brown eyes scanning around the room he hummed softly to himself wondering if the said male he was suppose to meet was in the room or not. Shrugging his shoulders as he pulled up his old worn out grey shirt, the only memory he had of his own home and the only clothing he wanted to wear. He pursed his lips as he walked into the bathroom, eyes widening in awe as he looked around. Never seen a bathroom like this, it was amazing. Was it even appropriate to even /call/ it a bathroom?

His soft feet padded against the floor as he walked up to the tub, quickly finding out it was a jacuzzi. Plush lips parting slightly in awe as his hand dipped into the water moving in circles before glancing around again. Would it be okay to get in? Would the male that this room belong told get mad? He shrugged his shoulders not really caring as he slipped off the shirt he held so dear and his boxers, never wearing much because he didn't believe it was appropriate. Looking around for a moment after setting his clothes on the ground he slowly slipped into the water looking up at the light above him. Wow, this was nice. But it reminded him to much of home.