#demondorian

It turns out, despite all the hard work, landscaping was actually quite therapeutic. The lawn of the corporate building he and a few other slaves had been assigned to was barely visible under all the freshly fallen leaves. First, they were tasked to rake it all, followed by a bit of weeding, then a bit of pruning and weeding, and finally planting the bulbs for the spring flower bed. Franklin was busy placing a set of bulbs evenly apart from one another when a shadow came over him. He frowns, glancing up at the silhouette. “You’re ruining my attempt to tan, buddy. Think you can maybe take a step to the right?”

"What do you care if I like it or not? You're just going to do whatever you want. I don't fall for this 'agreeable' crap." 

not gay my ass

“Stop drooling, it’s not a good look on you,” teased the completely and totally heterosexual human.

4"

“That’s how small yours is, Dorian? My goodness. Well, at least you have other things going for you like your... face?”