Snippet #2393214

The smile hit something in Donatello's ..... heart. So soft, so sweet. All he could do was stare at him. The boy clearly didn't have much to eat. and drank an entire bottle of water in one gulp. What was he supposed to do? He put his coat over Emery because honestly his abs were distracting. This was his first time buying a spouse. Most people treated their spouses like dogs, some gave them the slightest of respect. What type of owner was he going to be? Just go with your gut. He opened the mini refrigerator, "Help yourself". He lit his second cigarette and sighed. He poured himself a glass of whiskey. He was about to offer some to Emery, but the limo had stopped, and the door was opened.

Donatello walked out and took a moment to examine his mansion. The butlers opened his door, but gave Emery funny looks. "It's rather rude to stare at your masters ....spouse like that" Donatello smirked. He turned around to look at Emery. "Welcome to your new home." He gave his cigarette to a maid and continued, "There are 55 rooms total. 8 bathrooms. 31 bedrooms. A Kitchen. A dining room. A wardrobe room. 3 living room. The green house. The laboratory. The wine cellars. 5 blank rooms. the pill room. and my study which as also the library. Outside their is a garden, and a lake". He walked through the hall and snapped to summon a butler. "Tell the cook to make a special dinner for my spouse...Emery. And inform the staff they now have a second master." The butler nodded and scurried away. "Now you are allowed in every room you like, except my study. The master bedroom will be shown to you shortly. If you need any help simply press any of the blue buttons in each room. The green ones are for the police, and the red ones are for if you need pills" He led him to a large red, wooden door. "This is my study, you are never to go in here" He signaled the maid to come over for assistance. "This is Jane, she'll take you to the wardrobe to get onto more comfortable attire. After you may ask her to take you where ever you wish to go. Dinner will be at 6". Donatello opened the door and before we went in, he cleared his throat "Call me Doni". And with that he shut the doors. Plopping onto his couch with Vivaldi's four seasons playing. What now?