[Oh thank god. In contrast to any other slave's reaction, the Psiioniic could almost collapse from the relief those four words bring him. He'd go running if it wouldn't be so suspicious. Instead, he just follows after the nervous slave who fetched him, their steps quick. He knows that feeling, moving while trying not to panic, hoping you haven't fucked up some unknown time limit that would drop a punishment onto you with a lash across your back.]
[Just like always, however, he finds the relief derailed as he sees Dualscar in his role however fake it might be. There's still that stutter in his mind, that uncertainty even for all they've been together- what if he's being played? What if this is just another cruel touch hiding behind some momentary kindness? He manages to banish it, like he always does. But it still happens.]
[Obediently, he comes to stand in front of Dualscar with his hands on his sides and his eyes kept downwards like a good slave should. He hears the slave behind him give a hasty bow and then retreat, but he still doesn't dare look up, just in case they're still being watched somehow. Besides, he has a feeling that if he looks at that face he's come to be so fond of, he might do something stupid just to find some level of control in this fucking place.]
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[Oh thank god. In contrast to any other slave's reaction, the Psiioniic could almost collapse from the relief those four words bring him. He'd go running if it wouldn't be so suspicious. Instead, he just follows after the nervous slave who fetched him, their steps quick. He knows that feeling, moving while trying not to panic, hoping you haven't fucked up some unknown time limit that would drop a punishment onto you with a lash across your back.]
[Just like always, however, he finds the relief derailed as he sees Dualscar in his role however fake it might be. There's still that stutter in his mind, that uncertainty even for all they've been together- what if he's being played? What if this is just another cruel touch hiding behind some momentary kindness? He manages to banish it, like he always does. But it still happens.]
[Obediently, he comes to stand in front of Dualscar with his hands on his sides and his eyes kept downwards like a good slave should. He hears the slave behind him give a hasty bow and then retreat, but he still doesn't dare look up, just in case they're still being watched somehow. Besides, he has a feeling that if he looks at that face he's come to be so fond of, he might do something stupid just to find some level of control in this fucking place.]