⚮ I Don't Want To Feel ⚮ But I Have Yet To Stop ⚮ ((BxB/G))

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    Trigger Warning


    Cale


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] Your character will play Cale's new master, his fifteenth, to be exact, and we will begin just after your purchase of him. They may be as cruel as you wish, as kind as so, or anywhere in between, with any sort of background that pleases you. However, if they're cruel, over time your character will begin to warm up to their new pet, and will treat him kinder and kinder, and Cale slowly begins to trust them. Same goes for a kind master, I imagine it would just happen faster. It can form into a romance, or purely platonic devotion.


    There is only two 'rules', that is that this roleplay can get as violent or as NSFW as you like, so long as it does not shift into genuine sex, and do not just up and abandon the thread.

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    Marley

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center]Accepted~ Where would you like to start?[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center]Perhaps when Cale first arrives? [/fancypost]

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    did you have a preference for gender?
    and could you start?~
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center]((I have no reference for a gender, and I'll happily start.


    It had been awhile since he had been sold, but he hadn't forgotten the procedure. Cale had been scrubbed clean until his skin was rosy pink, and then he was dolled up so intensely he couldn't even recognize himself in the mirror. And now, he was pinned between the wiry figure of his handler and a the guard cat she insisted was necessary, outside of Marley's door waiting entrance. He should have been offended that his handler believed she needed a guard around him, when Cale wouldn't step a foot forward without her permission, but he was far too anxious about meeting his new owner. [/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 350px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: seagreen;]She was expecting them. Once the door bell rang, the young woman walked over and opened up the door. "Hello" Marley greeted. She looked at who she assumed to be the handler. The woman didn't appear the happiest. Not wanting to stare, she glanced at the man next to her. He was a beautiful neko. A small smile appeared on the brunettes face. Turning back to the handler, she asked. "How are you?"[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] "I am well, thank you,"his handler said with a practiced smile, as she pulled his file out of her bag. Cale kept his eyes trained on his feet, not moving more than the amount required to breathe as he listened to the house owner. They were a female, which was both a terror and a relief, with a voice he found himself liking. Upon the guard's urging-- the urging being a slight shove to the small of his back-- Cale dropped to his knees on the porch and held his position, patiently waiting for the exchange to be over so he could enter. [/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 350px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: seagreen;]Marley respectfully accepted his file. She would look at it later and for now she casually held it to her side. Her brown eyes skimmed over the guard for a moment and she noticed the subtle push that caused the neko to fall to his knees. He didn't resist it - that was good. Turning to face the handler, Marley spoke again. "Thank you for bringing him here" she dipped her head. Marley was indirectly dismissing the handler and the guard. She could see through the habitual smile easily and it seemed that the other was making it slightly obvious. Marley stood there with a calm authority as she patiently waited for the handler to leave.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] His handler hummed her goodbye and she and the guard gracefully stepped off of the porch, leaving Cale to his mask. He didn't have to focus to keep the emotions off of his face anymore, it was just a habit now to keep his face impassive. What was most difficult for him was staying still. As he was often used for show purposes, he got to kneel of very soft, ornate cushions, or he was left to cook in the krichens where no one saw him anyways. The uneven wood of Marley's porch was quickly eating into his skin, and he was very eager to get up. [/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 350px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: seagreen;]She watched them as they left and once they were out of sight, she shifted her gaze to the neko. Marley touched his head lightly. "You may rise now" she said to him. Marley then removed her hand and stepped aside, motioning for him to enter. "Come in."[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] He closed his eyes under her touch, a shiver quietly rushing up his spine. Regardless, Cale rose fluidly to his feet and shuffled into the foyer, keeping his eyes down and his head low. The first thing he noticed about the house was that it was far less decorative than he was used to. It didn't seem to be just a simple building, granted his view was limited, but it also didn't feel like he endless abyss the manors in his past had. It was cozy, and smelled almost like grass and ginger. The air was a welcomed warm, and he released a soft sigh as his body adjusted to the change. [/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 350px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: seagreen;]It was a simple and cozy place, not overly decorated with wood floors. Warm colors was the theme. A small couch, a loveseat and fireplace could be seen from where they stood in what was the living room. A neat bookshelf was leaned against one of the walls and a pretty, sea green rug was placed in the middle of the seating furniture. There were stairs leading to a second floor with the same sea green carpet on them and a neat kitchen a little ways past the stairs. She turned to face the man. "So what is your name?" Marley asked in a kind voice. The young woman gestured for him to follow her as she went to take a seat on the loveseat, his file on her lap and motioned for him to sit on the couch.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] He caught her gesture, and confusion rippled through him. No, he had certainly misread that motion. There was no way Marley could actually want him in the couch with her. Flexing his toes over the soft rug a final time, he knelt in front of his instead, and clasped his hands in his lap,"My name is Cale, Mistress,"he said, his voice stiff and formal, as his tail wrapped around his legs. [/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 350px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: seagreen;]Marley observed his movements, noticing his slight hesitation before he kneeled. She didn't correct him yet, if he was more comfortable that way, then that was that - for now. "My name is Marley" she introduced herself. "So please, tell me about yourself" Marley told him, opening up her nekos file.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] Cale's eyebrows drew in tight together, a frown momentarily forming on his lips. He thought very carefully about his words, and ran a nervous hand down his tail,"I-I've had fourteen owners prior to you, Ma'am,"Cale began slowly, and internally cursed himself. What a fantastic way to begin. "I've cooked for some of the most prestigious gatherings in the country,"he offered as he worked his hands nervously into his knees,"A-and I'm almost certain I can figure out how to do anything you need, if I don't know how already."[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 350px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: seagreen;]A small smile appeared on Marleys lips. She nodded. "That's very good." she commented. "I would like for you to be a little more comfortable around me" Marley told him. "In about ten minutes, I would like you to make us dinner" She said to him. "In the mean time, please follow me." Marley stood, leaving the file on the seat.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] Cale rose again and brushed his hair from his eyes, winding up his internal timer. "Is there anything specific you would like?"he inquired tentatively, as he walked a few steps behind her,"Or how quickly you'd like me to make it?"[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 350px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: seagreen;]She led him to the kitchen first. "This is the kitchen" she waved her arm in a showing motion. "Today, you may make anything you wish." Marley answered his question. "You will have an hour." The young woman continued the tour, showing him the half bathroom, dining room and the back door that led to a lawn before then making her way upstairs. There were four doors. "A full bathroom is here" She gestured to the second door on the right. Walking to the first door on the left, she said. "This is your room Cale." Pointing to the second door on the left, she gazed at him. "This door leads to the attic. You may not go here without my permission" She told him. After holding his gaze for a moment, she finished the tour by saying. "And that is my room" Marley gestured to the first door on the right. Her and Cales room were across from each other, left and then right. It was the same for the attic and bathroom. "When you clean, leave the attic to me" She told him. The attic was her personal space. A place she spent a good amount of time in, where she wrote compositions and played her violin. She had sound proofed it, so you couldn't hear much. "If you need to freshen up" She motioned to the bathroom. "You have five minutes."[/fancypost]