Law

The growth of care

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It had been a few days since everyone had visited the house.

Mark and Jack had done a few more livestreams and the fans had learnt more and more about Jack. Where he came from, what he likes, the nature of which Mark bought him. Thankfully they never realised the slaves real name, they didn't want anyone bothering his parents or causing any trouble.
Just so everyone was safe.

" Dan come back that mine" Phil called as quiet as he could while they ran through the halls.

The taller British boy laughed while he held a plush anime girl of his head. She had ginger hair and wore metal like armour.

" Why do you even have this Phil?" Dan questioned.

Dan and Phil continued to laugh and play down the halls. Mark was forced to look up from his work as the noisy boys jogged past. The model set his sheets of paper down and glanced up his Harry Potter like glasses.

" Boys!" He called out.

It was only a few second before a still laughing Dan and Phil presented themselves in the office threshold. Dan had already given his mate back his plush toy.

" Try not to run in the halls, or at least don't break anything" Mark requested.

The British pair nodded and agreed, both muttering so.

Mark signed a form and set it in his out pile while he continued to talk, pushing up his glasses.

" When Seàn and Amy come home could you please help Seàn unload the shopping Phil?" Mark asked.

Phil nodded.
" Of course, oh by the way, Mariza will be picking me up tomorrow around five".

Mark nodded an okay.
" Dan you're due for an 'appointment' with Amy".

Phil's face grew a confused expression and he looked to Dan for answers.

" I'll explain it later Phil".

The two were then dismissed, exiting through the large wooden doors. The model was only able to go through a few more forms before a soft knock sounded.

" Come in" Mark half yelled as he placed another form on the out pile.

Jack popped his head in his green fluffy hair being the first thing to be seen. When he saw Mark wasn't mad or busy-er etc he fully stepped in. The slaves blue top and pants matched quiet well, but contrasted to his blue hair.

" Jack, what's up?" Mark asked.

The slave fiddled with his hands nervously and stood a far bit away from the desk. He blushed and looked down. When Mark glanced up and noticed this he dropped what he had and put his paper down to tend to the boy. The man stood and slowly walked around the desk, guiding him to the couch and sitting with him to converse.

" What's wrong Jack?" Mark asked.

The slave shook his head like a stubborn child and shrunk in on himself. He avoided eye contact with his master.

" You can tell me, in here to listen" Mark assured, kissing his forehead.

" You're going to think it's stupid" Jack muttered, a small break evident in his voice.

Mark embraced he boy side on and let him rest his head on his shoulder. Instantly Jack turned and began to sob quietly. As the boy clenched his shirt, Mark rubbed his back to comfort him. They slowly rubbed back and forth while
mark patiently waited for the boy to calm down.