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The market is, objectively speaking, a miserable place. Precious few of the merchandise are happy to be there, nude and bound and collared - sometimes even caged - free for every prospective customer to examine. Few of the customers are happy either. Prices are high, and the press of so many bodies create a stifling atmosphere.
All in all, it is exactly what Jade had expected. He strolls leisurely through the market, not particularly bothered by what is going on around him. It was one of the reasons he had been chosen for this assignment. Today is his first day at the market; he's meant to speak with the vendors, make connections, and walk away with a cheap but handy acquisition.
He's working on the last part now. It's surprisingly difficult to find someone useful and docile, but still with some spirit left - he does not trust the older slaves who are complacent with the system.
It's during his second time looping through the market that someone catches his eye - for all the wrong reasons. He stops, stares at the familiar figure in front of him, an uncharacteristically surprised expression flashing over his face.
Then he's smiling again. He's still unsure if this is a good turn of events, but perhaps he could use this to his advantage.
"My my, I didn't expect to see you here."
All in all, it is exactly what Jade had expected. He strolls leisurely through the market, not particularly bothered by what is going on around him. It was one of the reasons he had been chosen for this assignment. Today is his first day at the market; he's meant to speak with the vendors, make connections, and walk away with a cheap but handy acquisition.
He's working on the last part now. It's surprisingly difficult to find someone useful and docile, but still with some spirit left - he does not trust the older slaves who are complacent with the system.
It's during his second time looping through the market that someone catches his eye - for all the wrong reasons. He stops, stares at the familiar figure in front of him, an uncharacteristically surprised expression flashing over his face.
Then he's smiling again. He's still unsure if this is a good turn of events, but perhaps he could use this to his advantage.
"My my, I didn't expect to see you here."
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He shrugs and pulls Irvin's head up to get him away from the bruises. Maybe he should have brought some snacks or a toy. "What about you? Snakes, spiders?"
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Irvin whines low in his throat, trying to shake off Shinjirou's grip and go back to nosing around his legs. Jade tries not to watch too closely, especially now that Shinjirou's glaring at him, but he can't resist glancing at them out of the corner of his eye.
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"Unique, like that dancing they do?" His expression softens. "Ah, and isn't there one type that can kill hornets? Think there was a documentary about that. I guess they're pretty cool."
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"Anyway," he continues, "I didn't expect you to enjoy watching documentaries." It could be an insult, but he's careful to make it sound more like an observation.
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"Some are interesting ... and it's easy to fall asleep because the voice is all dull. Can't do that with an action movie. But that doesn't matter now. I can't just sneak into the living room at night and watch something about honeybees. Right?"
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The scratching was taken as encouragement. Irvin turns his head, trying to lick at Shinjirou's fingers. All his sulking apparently forgotten, he moves closer, pressing the whole length of his thick-furred body against Shinjirou.
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Shinjirou buries his face in the soft fur, smiling. "What's up, Irvin? Miss your master?"
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The dog seems content to bask in the attention, nudging happily against Shinjirou. Then, abruptly, his head dips down and his long tongue darts out, licking a long stripe across the top of Shinjirou's thighs.
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"Maybe he needs to be taken for another walk," he murmurs, his attempts to distract Irvin failing. "Jade?"
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Meanwhile, Irvin lays down again, his head thumping down to rest squarely on Shinjirou's lap.
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"Your master really needs to train you better, you know that, Irvin?" Groaning in exasperation, cheeks burning, he tries to take being used as a cushion with at least a bit of dignity. Maybe ignoring Irvin will be a better strategy.
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Within a minute, Irvin is shifting around restlessly again, nuzzling against Shinjirou with quiet whines in a demand for attention.
Jade spoke over the increasingly plaintive noises. "Besides, he seems quite well-trained to me. Intelligent, too."
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Sadly there's nothing around that could be used as a toy and even things he considers briefly, he decides against. Those are Jade's and throwing them across the room seems like a terrible idea and might not even catch Irvin's interest. He sighs, giving up to scratch Irvin again. "Come on, be a good boy now."
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He reaches out lazily with one hand, scratching at Shinjirou's scalp, mimicking the way he's petting Irvin.
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This isn't the sort of being attacked on both sides he finds all that fun and he can't simply flee out of the situation. Irvin's weight keeps him locked right on the spot and Jade could easily pull on either the chain or his hair and do the same. Shinjirou joins Irvin's whines. "I said I'm not a dog ..."
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At the moment, however, he's beginning to feel more like a pet than a slave. If it weren't for Irvin's aggressive demand for attention, he might enjoy the scratching. It's definitely nicer than chain-yanking or being left alone for hours.
"What's wrong with you two. Ugh."
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"I would guess that Irvin is trying to show affection," Jade observes dryly. But he doesn't mention what he himself is up to, waiting to see if Shinjirou will ask.
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Irvin is heavy and his claws open skin where he slips off. And the dog doesn't seem to care much when Shinjirou winces and tries to pull himself up on the sofa, away from Irvin's cuddle attack. Hissing in pain, he presses his head up into Jade's palm.
"And you think that's funny or what?"
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"... are you serious?" He no longer attempts to get away, though he does shut his eyes and tenses up more and more, the longer Irvin spends time on licking him.
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Irvin seems to be aware of it and barks, rubbing up against him. It's not just his fur he can feel brush over his skin, but also the dog's genitals and that is ... awkward. Dogs have humped his leg before, alright. Right now, however, he's naked and this isn't his leg, it's his stomach. "You're not going to call him off, are you."
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"You two look like you're having so much fun bonding," he continues. "It would be rude to interrupt. Besides, Irvin might be able to teach you a thing or two."
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Stroking Irvin at least keeps the dog content enough to not howl directly into his face, but Irvin also takes it as encouragement to continue. "Come on, Irvin, Jade needs some love too."
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