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Kris had never been one to focus on the negatives. After all, with little more than a thought he could make them disappear. So only the beautiful things really caught his eyes. And this boy, from his blushing face to his sweet voice was already winning him over. "Nakari. I'm Kris. But you'll call me master." He liked hearing himself called master. He'd been meaning to get a slave for a while, he'd just been procrastinating. "Let's get going." He wanted to get him home.
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