(rp for jailbaitgenius)

[waywardhome]

She watches him during their waking hours as he acclimates to his new life and new rules. The dirty little thing had cleaned up beautifully. How someone could have let him fall so far from the perfection he was to the state when George found him - it made Winona wish to find out. She wasn't so far out of the game that she couldn't get answers and,

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[jailbaitgenius]

He'd been asleep, or well on his way towards it, warm and comfortable and pressed against his Lady like the good little Pet that he was. Her hands were gentle and soothing, her lips a rare treat he accepted with a bared throat. The quiet was lulling...and even when she broke it, her voice was just as gentle as her fingers.

The question, however, made the boy's eyes blink open. He shifted, lifting his head up from her warmth to gnaw at his lip and look up at her like he wasn't exactly sure what had caused it. And, to be honest, he wasn't.

"I...have very few memories before this life, my Lady. Mostly just images of a man I think may have been my father, a small animal, and a woman. Save for the sale pens, I've been treated uncommonly well by my Keepers. I have nothing to hate, my Lady." He shifted, still gnawing that lip as he pressed a little closer, as if afraid of being pushed away. "Have I done something to make you question?"