#c;sidney

Lysander was dressed for the occassion. He just wanted to try the authentic steakhouse. The fairy heard they get the cows fresh. Meat fresher than Taco Bell, Lysander was thrilled to come in. Lysander adjusted his bolo tie feeling extra fancy. Lysander was in his groovy mood, when he saw himself in the glass. WHen the waiter told him if someone could join him. the fairy didn't think much of it. There was a change in his expression when he saw her. There was a look of surprise.

"Hello."

@bvsyhead

  The mouthy ones were always the ones who seemed to be getting themselves into trouble and then complaining immediately because of it. It didn’t make any sense to him, especially as a man who had taken literal beatings for a century before he was allowed to have some freedom.

   This one, Sidney-- He’d heard whispers of him. Svet could care less what it was he did to get himself enslaved. He had rolled his eyes when he’d heard the other guards whispering about withholding his food. It would surely only make the slave more irritable than he already was. Approaching Sidney with a tray, he set it down upon his cot and nodded. “Eat.”