Back in the Game

collaredexperimentation:

It is, One’s name can only be dignified by people on the same status level without being rude, or demeaning. -Heat blinked again, his lips twitching slightly.-

Mistress, I take orders and commands. If you wish me to do something particular I apologize, but I must request that you give me the order. Or else I would not understand what Mistress wishes of me.

“…Status level? Heat, we’re not in the middle ages. You’re at the same level I am.”

“I don’t give orders because that’s for leaders. I’m not a leader.”

holdingmyworldsdestiny:

“Oh. I guess that makes sense.” When he saw the markings sewn into the gloves, he frowned. He then took in a deep breath, and released. “…There’s something you should know.”

“I guess I sewed them in a little crooked… I may or may not have stayed up last night to make them so that’d explain why.”

“I did my best though.”

holdingmyworldsdestiny:

“What’s wrong with my gloves?”

“Well, if ya help out maintaining the orchard, the gloves you’re wearing now might not be the best idea. The work gloves are thick so twigs can’t poke through the fabric.”

Rebecca pulled out a pair of handmade work gloves, Silver’s symbols sewn into them.

“The best part is that they’re big enough to wear over your gloves but small enough to fit snugly on your hands.”

collaredexperimentation:

-Heat blinked, otherwise not reacting to the gentle tug as he looked to her.- Mistress, saying names is rude and impolite of me, unless ordered otherwise.

I am pretty sure that I am fine.

“…Heat, it’s not rude or impolite and you know I don’t give orders.”

Rebecca gently squished his cheeks with her palms, a small pout on her face.

“You know that fact more than anyone.”

holdingmyworldsdestiny:

“You can turn them into something else? I didn’t know that. Okay, I wouldn’t mind learning that!”

“Yup, you can mix them with- Well, I’ll leave it a surprise.”

“I made you a pair of work gloves so if you’d like, you can help me maintain the trees, too.”

holdingmyworldsdestiny:

“Sure! Harvesting stuff is fun. You get to pick things off of branches and the sun is usually shining and it’s really great.”

“I’m glad you had fun last time, Silv.”

“How about after the harvest, I’ll show you how to make food out of them?”

collaredexperimentation:

Mistress?

-Heat blinked a bit cluelessly, and rubbed the side of his head.-

I am fine Mistress.

Rebecca’s face lit up in bright red at that one and she gently tugged on his cheeks.

“I thought your nickname for me was Rebby, Heat. And you’re giving me a title, you don’t sound fine to me.”

holdingmyworldsdestiny:

“That sounds like a great idea!”

“Bring a few packages over any time, I’ll get ‘em in the fridge and we can eat ’em with a couple berries.”

“That actually reminds me. Would you like to help with the harvest this week?”

collaredexperimentation:

Nothing that I am aware of Ma’am. Do wish of anything from me?

“One, please don’t call me ‘ma’am’. That’s my mom. And two, are you doing alright?”

holdingmyworldsdestiny:

“They’re the most amazing things I’ve ever had in my entire life! I was doing my usual work for the guy who pays me in chocolate bars, and he said something I didn’t understand about shipments, and gave me lots of boxes of them!”

“I’ve definitely got to agree with you there.”

“If you’d like, I can keep a few packages in the fridge back home. That way we can share them with milk the nights that I’m free.”