Re: Auction Room: Michi & Karl
Karl. Berg. How interesting. It fit the guy who was now his master. Not that he would say as much. Oh no, he was now in a mood to push buttons. And he wanted to crack that mask. Wanted to see emotion on that baby boy face.
"I bet you don't even know what it means," he said as he let his hand fall from Karl's face to one of his biceps. "I think Baby Face fits you much better." He grinned and stepped away motioning to the rolling suitcase by where the workers had left him. "Just that. The rest of my things are at a friend's place waiting to be shipped to me. Unless you plan on taking everything away from me."
He walked over to his suitcase with a swing to his hips, letting the bear look his fill. Up came the handle, then he looked back over his shoulder at Karl. A playful smirk on his lips. "Where to, master?"