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Mac looked around as he strut with his businessman swagger. He was rather a dashing man and also attractive. One of his male friends told him that a man of business must have charisma to get any potential clients. It wouldn't be a problem for him. The man looked around, breathing in the cooling air of the building. People walked passed after footing the bill and left from the entrance. He bent down his body, his head at the same level with his. "Kay should held his trusty Carrot close to him. Master need to find a lappy right now."he told him, patting his head slightly. He simply let the boy held the stuff toy towards his cheek. He felt its cold furry brushing on his cheek.

Mac stood straight again and raking his hair which was already amess. He was still looking for the laptop he would be buying. Shaking his head, he simply walked and talked to a salesman. The salesman nicely responded to and show him this black laptop on display. Guarantee lag-free and come with a good quality of graphics and large RAM. That's what he'll be needing. After buying the laptop, he quickly left the building and went to the closest ice cream shop.

The black cardigan sweater he wore that afternoon was making him sweaty. It's not legitimately a good idea for him to wear that sweater or so. He wiped away his sweat with his wrist and looked around the area to find the boy's favorite ice cream shop that also sell toys. It might sounded a little weird as a combination of fluffiness and sweetness but it did exist. At this town, the weather would always be sunny and not too overly hot. It was slightly above average. "Yeah..I know."he smiled briefly and crossing the road with his arm being clung by Kay.

Not to be surprised, the boy with his hand in his grip was already 17 by then. Time sure passed pretty quick since he last had them accompanied his dull empty life as a secret agent. Both of his slaves were getting along quite well. The only thing that matters was their differentiated mother tongue since Kay doesn't has a good way of speaking German. Luckily Mac did. He started taking up a language class in his childhood. He was granted the ability of speaking various of type of language and mastered it in a short amount of time. The agency thought it would be a good idea to be able to communicate with each others using various type of language and understand them.

"Master loves Carrot too." he mouthed and watched the boy entered the shop enthusiastically. He followed him and stared at the man, presumably known as the shopkeeper patted his head. Mac found his expression hardened as he heard the man wanted to 'have some fun' with the kid. It sounded so wrong that he just wanted to snap at him or hit him in the face. "Nothing is for free, Mr. Shopkeeper."he said blankly. The man then took out his black leathery wallet and pulled out a hundred thousand bill onto the counter. "Keep the change." He then brought the black bunny to the boy and leave the shop immediately.

"Let's go home before the ice cream melts." he pointed. He already bought a box of ice cream instead of a cone, so they can shared among each other back home. Sweet desserts always tasted good when shared.

How long has it been so far? Who knows, maybe they might have taken a few hours upon their little escapade to purchase a new laptop. Ah, well, if Roro knew how to read time, he'd know. It wasn't like he was lonely, or anything. After all, Pastel had came out to play with him! Who was Pastel? He was one of the figures that had accompanied him for a long time, maybe even when he took his first breath into Life.

Pastel was a Humanoid creature with a Horse skull for a Head, the nostrils and the empty sockets expelling Black Smoke whenever he exhaled or snorted. The Beast would expel black Smoke whenever he would try to communicate, snort when he feels offended, and scratch his skull when confused. His arms held scarred, burned looking tissue on the flesh, extra joints on the fingers, as well as the razor nails on the tips of the said fingers. Roro had decided that it was male, since it's torso made up of that of a male's body. His legs; worked backwards. Very much like an ostrich, though he had the hooves of an ox. The Beast didn't have a consistent Brain like that of a Man's, but was more like an Animal. Pastel possessed a very benevolent Love for Roro, because he was still a child to the Beast, and that Pastel was like a Dog to the boy.

However, Pastel did grunt when he noticed the way the boy's relaxed frame would suddenly tense and his cranium to look to the side, towards the door in the middle of him speaking with the Beast. Pastel snorted his exasperation, thick, Black smoke expelling from the nostrils and empty sockets of his makeshift head.

Oh, they were home.

Even Pastel knew the routine by now, how the boy reacted when his Master came back home. Nonetheless, the Monster raised his right arm up, skeletal fingers scratching and scrapping against the top of his Skull. So, when Roro went to greet the man, Pastel followed. The boy was his usual, bouncy self as he spoke in a cheery tone with a musical edge to it to carry his voice,

"Welcome home, Master~!"

Pastel was a bit jealous... Especially when a Pink color bloomed Roro's cheeks at the sensation of his hair being ruffled gently. He snorted softly and raised his head to give the two males; Mac and Kay, empty stares, his hand still scratching his skull before he withdrew it finally, letting his arm fall to his side limply. However, it seemed that his Master had given Roro a simple task to do. Ice Cream? Ah, he'd heard of such a thing before, it was something everyone enjoyed. He didn't know why it was such a big deal though. Grunting, the Beast followed after the boy as the bombastic Roro headed off to the kitchen to retrieve three bowls and spoons.

Roro had a horrible memory, however, and this was an awfully big house. So, he paused, whimpered inaudibly after he had found the drawer with the spoons in it and retrieved them. Holding the utensils nearly to his chest, he peered around.

Which cupboard held the bowls...?

Pastel, noticing Roro's distress, reassured him with a grunt before leaning down, almost kneeling down, to nudge the boy's cheek with his skull. This caught his attention, and the boy smiled up at the taller Beast,

"What is it, Pastel~?"

The Beast expelled Black Smoke once more, trying and failing to communicate with him, before giving up and merely elevating his right hand to point a skeletal finger to one of the many cupboards. Roro blinked and walked over to the cupboard. Reaching up, skinny limbs opened the cupboard. Well, what he saw definitely brought a smile to his countenance: the bowls! Retrieving three, he then turned to Pastel with his arms full,

"J-Ja! Thank you, Pastel~"

The Monster felt a bit better now, and he purred his response back to the boy. Once again, he trailed behind the lad as the boy walked back over to the two awaiting males. Although he didn't mind how Kay was being possessive over their Master, he didn't mind sharing. As long as no one touched Pastel, he was just fine,

"J-Ja, is there anything else you need, Master~?"