The Master [MxMxM+]

06

When Mason first entered his room, it wasn't easy to admit how much he already loved it. They got almost every single thing about it right, that easily. Mason's never had a room this big in his life, but that detail was easily forgotten with how accurately everything fit to his liking. The only thing that wasn't exactly a favorite for him was the rules framed against the wall facing his bed in  red and gold.

Lowering himself on the bed, he noticed the phone by the bedside stand and picked it up, a stressful sigh leaving him from the crazy recollection of the past twenty four hours.

He wanted to roll his eyes at the fact that just like the framed rules the back of it was red too, but he didn't because he had to admit, it looked beautiful. Red was a really good color.

Mason turned the phone over, perfectly the size of his hand. It was already on but instead of clicking it, he put it down face first. No need to get overwhelmed more than he already was. Things were happening at about a thousand miles per minute. Just yesterday he convinced himself that making this decision would be worth it, that he had nothing to lose if he showed up, and now here he was. He could stress about it later, there's no turning back.

The brunet went to soak in the tub inside his bathroom, that looked nearly the size of the room. It was a long, long bath, a much needed one, although even when he was done, he had enough time to snoop around and have a closer look if he wanted to but no, he'd done enough exploring for one day.

He lay flat on his back on his new queen size bed and stared up at the ceiling letting out a heavy breath.

He'd left his window open and now a breeze crept in, causing him to shut his eyes in peace. He might have drifted off to sleep right there, but the soft knock on his door jolted him back to reality.

Tadashi was here. Already.

"How are we doing?" He asked in his polite way. "Not too bad I hope?"

"Honestly Tadashi, everything was great until you decided to knock on my door and interrupt the nap I was about to take." Mason couldn't help but smile when Tadashi laughed at this.

"I'll arrange a special treat for you for this, you can pick any other day you want. How dare I be so rude?"

Before he could answer, Mason noticed Jet standing there, hands crossed, looking impatient as if waiting for their nonsense to end. Their eyes met for a brief moment before both looking away.

Jet wasn't someone Mason wanted to talk to, or interact with. He didn't like his type, even as he knew that he was judging someone without really knowing them. He didn't like the constantly angry type. He was only going to tolerate him because their rooms were really really close to each other. Mason was determined to avoid him the same way he was determined to avoid everyone.

"Let's go get the others shall we?" said Tadashi.

Once everyone had been led to settle on the table, Tadashi said only one thing. "My time with you ends here, but I wish each one of you the best of luck." And with that, he was gone. His absence did not go unnoticed, clearly it was easier to relax with him around.

     Sitting there, Mason had no choice but to try and conjure up an image of the Master in his head. Elderly man most likely, definitely a few wrinkles here and there. God please let him not look like Botox's cousin. Because vanity and money could be vicious.

     White or grey hair? This had to be that kind of thing. What if it was a woman? And even if it was, he'd signed a bunch of papers and now there was no running if he suddenly changed his mind.