Private The New Normal

Leo was used to nice homes. Every person he'd been rented to could afford one, after all. He'd been in mansions, penthouses, high rise suites, all sorts of locations. People's homes didn't have much reason to impress him. He'd never gotten the run of those places, though. Slaves didn't get to appreciate everything those places had to offer.

But he was free now, and he wanted to understand how free people lived, especially other free NEK0. So naturally, he was quite happy to be invited into Ganymede's home. Despite his usual quiet demeanour, he followed after his new friend with an eager eye.

"So this Monday person is your...father?" He asked, hands buried in his pockets. He'd been introduced to a dorm parent after he'd been moved into the dorms, but he understood that Gany's position was a little different from that.

@Kait

He nodded along as Gany explained, following after him to his room.

"Must be nice. You know, having someone looking after you like this," He said, scratching the back of his head. "Keeping you fed without expecting any service..."

He took his cap off as they approached his room, shrugging the jacket off his shoulders as well. It was hard for him to feel guarded around Ganymede, unlike how he felt around almost everyone else. His demeanour and their shared experiences were enough to get the other cat boy to relax a little easier.

"Its...very nice here," He eventually said, taking a moment to search for a word. "It feels...lived in, I think. I'm not really used to it."

A small frown pulled at his lips.

"Shame not all of us want it," He grumbled, the bitter tone in his voice obvious. After a short moment, he sat down on the bed, tail swaying pensively behind him. "I've met a few others now, you know. I know there's plenty that miss...there old lives. I don't...I don't think I can ever understand why."

He left off a short sigh, finding it easier to vocalise his frustration now that they were alone, now that he didn't need to keep up appearances.

"Only reason I'd wanna go back is to burn it all down."

Leo raises an eyebrow, evidently seeing him break his usual overly polite manner of speaking is as strange to hear as it is for him to say. Though his thoughts didn't linger on it for long, his eyes shifting to the fire.

"It'd be a lot easier if I could do something like that." He said, shifting. "I saw one of those narrow reality X-Man movies where a guy shot fire out of his hands. Bet none of those assholes would know what to do against it."

The coarse language came to him a lot easier, though had about as much practice as Ganymede. No one expected him to be cautiously polite but he still often tried, still worried about bothering other people, still didn't want to give people an excuse to throw him out like his owners.

So it was cathartic to throw all that caution to the wind.

"They'd never see it coming. One of their weak little slaves walking in and burning them all to hell." He rubbed his hands together at the thought. "Shouldn't have made us such fast learners."

He smiled back, allowing himself to feel an almost childish glee at the thought.

"Perfect, we can bring a bunch so they can't order around any of their captives either." He started to nod, before suddenly wincing at the sharp pain from the movement of his burned skin. With how excitable they were getting he'd almost forgotten to be careful about that.

"Ow..." He clenched his fingers a little. "We'd...need to do something about the kill collars as well, right? Otherwise, they'd just use them as we try to sneak the NEK0's out."