Andrew walked to the door, a cigarette in his hand,looking at the crate in front of him. "Hm?" He asked, seeing men hand him a clipboard, asking him to sign. With a sigh, he took a pen and wrote his signature onto the paper. Considering that he wasn't wearing a shirt, it wasn't hard to tell he had a nice body. Toned,but not exactly all that muscled. He didn't have a six pack, but he still had a whole lot of muscle. His pitch black hair covered one of his eyes, messy and ragged considering he hadn't even showered or brushed it. He was only woken up by the men at the door. Hell, he was just in a pair of boxers!
With the signature, he handed the clipboard back to the men, both of which grabbed the rather large crate and carried it inside of his house, placing it down, and with a simple gesture or word, left the house, closing the door behind them.
Andrew looked at the crate. What did he order that required a crate? He thought for a moment before it struck him, a smile forming over his lips.
It wasn't that hard to pry the crate open. Although, first he had to put down the cigarette. Not that he ever smoked, he just had them around. With a little bit of effort, he opened it, smirking as he saw what he wanted.
"Hello." He said in a playful voice, looking absolutely pleased as he reached in,grabbing the chain and yanking on it."Come out, little guy. I own ya now, after all."
It wasn't long until whatever was in there was dragged out, revealing the man's new little pet human. One he specifically chose and paid a fortune to acquire. Of course, the human had to be handcuffed as well, both his hands and ankles, which made it somewhat hard for him to move, but eh, Andrew wanted to take a good look at the guy.
With the signature, he handed the clipboard back to the men, both of which grabbed the rather large crate and carried it inside of his house, placing it down, and with a simple gesture or word, left the house, closing the door behind them.
Andrew looked at the crate. What did he order that required a crate? He thought for a moment before it struck him, a smile forming over his lips.
It wasn't that hard to pry the crate open. Although, first he had to put down the cigarette. Not that he ever smoked, he just had them around. With a little bit of effort, he opened it, smirking as he saw what he wanted.
"Hello." He said in a playful voice, looking absolutely pleased as he reached in,grabbing the chain and yanking on it."Come out, little guy. I own ya now, after all."
It wasn't long until whatever was in there was dragged out, revealing the man's new little pet human. One he specifically chose and paid a fortune to acquire. Of course, the human had to be handcuffed as well, both his hands and ankles, which made it somewhat hard for him to move, but eh, Andrew wanted to take a good look at the guy.