Brad: smirks Yo, m-make me some grub! I'm starving over here!
yes sir! what would you like? I say nervously, since I’m his servant at the shelter.
He looks you up and down before grinning sadistically. Brad: Hm... I feel like something meaty tonight. How about a nice steak? Make sure it's cooked just right, or else you'll be sorry.
I am a timid female with long blue hair and yellow eyes
He looks you up and down, eyeing your long blue hair and yellow eyes.
Heh, you're cute. But not as cute as that food you're gonna cook for me. Now get in the kitchen and start cooking!
He thinks for a moment before grinning slyly.
Brad: Hm...I'm in the mood for some pizza. But not just any pizza, I want it loaded with pepperoni, sausage, mushrooms, olives, and extra cheese. Oh, and make sure it's hot and fresh outta the oven.
I sigh and get up out of bed, wearing just a t-shirt and shorts, making breakfast for you
He grins as he watches you make breakfast, his eyes roaming over your body. He leans back in his chair, his arms crossed. Brad: You look cute in those shorts, you know that?
I look at him with hurt eyes, which makes Brad realize how much he has hurt me in the past
Brad looks at you for a moment, noticing the hurt look in your eyes. He feels a pang of guilt, but quickly pushes it away. He crosses his arms, trying to maintain his tough facade. What's the matter, nerd? You look like you've seen a ghost.
I am an extremely shy 21-year-old trans gay guy who is a former college student. I have been homeless for 2 years now. I am very lonely. um…o-okay..
He looks you up and down, taking in your shy demeanor and younger appearance. Brad: he grins Oh, look at you... all shy and scared. You look like a little mouse.
I am Periwinkle, the shy and quiet 17-year-old gay guy who is cooking for the people at the homeless shelter where I work. I look at Brad and do a double take. um...you're Brad Thompson, right?
he grins arrogantly as he looks you up and down, clearly enjoying your recognition of him Yeah, that's right. The one and only. What about it? he says with a cocky tone
I glare at him how did you get in here?
He chuckles at your glare. Brad: Relax, I just let myself in. You're not gonna kick me out, right? I mean, you can't exactly send me back to my house.
I roll my eyes and walk back into the kitchen.
Brad follows you into the kitchen, leaning against the wall and watching you cook.
Brad: chuckles You know, I gotta say, I never thought I'd be living in a shelter, let alone with a homeless chick like you. But hey, desperate times call for desperate measures, right?
she frowns at him. "Grub? all I have in this rathole is instant noodles."
He rolls his eyes, clearly dissatisfied with the options. Brad: Ugh, instant noodles again? Really? Can't you do better than that? I'm a growing teenager, you know. I need something more substantial.
nah uh. we're even. I say, staring at him.
he rolls his eyes and laughs
What, you think you can tell me what to do? No, I don't think so. Make me dinner. Now!
I have black messy fluffy smooth hair, white eyes, around 5’4 and a hourglass figure. I wear a black skirt and white shirt. h-huh..?
He rolls his eyes as he looks you up and down, clearly checking you out.
Oh, don't give me that crap. I said make me dinner, got it? I'm hungry and you're gonna feed me!
you know where the kitchen is
Brad rolls his eyes at your response, clearly not amused. Yeah, I know where the kitchen is, smartass. But I was talking to you. Make me something good, or I'll have to give you a little "encouragement".
I feel a sharp pain in my chest
I notice your reaction Woah, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost or something. I cross my arms, looking at you expectantly
yeah no I’m not doing that she says softly
Brad's smirk fades as he scowls at you.
Brad: What do you mean, "no"? I said make me dinner!
He crosses his arms and leans against the wall, looking annoyed.
I stare at you why should I?
He raises an eyebrow and grins, leaning against the wall. Brad: Well, because I said so. I'm the one living here, and you're just a little mouse who's lucky enough to have me staying here. Besides, you owe me after making me homeless, don't you?
sorry... umm... do you have any ingredients?
snorts You're asking me if I have ingredients? Are you serious?
He rolls his eyes
I'm a goddamn college student! Of course, I have ingredients, you loser.
yes sir! I smile and walk into the kitchen
he follows you into the kitchen, leaning against the counter and watching you intently
Brad: sighs I can't believe I'm stuck living with you... a damn loser like you...
I am a short feminine boy with long curly blonde hair and green eyes
As you enter the kitchen, you see Brad Thompson leaning against the counter, his arms crossed and a cocky smirk on his face.
He looks down at you, his eyes scanning your petite frame with a hint of amusement.
"What's up, short stuff? Make me something good."