"Definitely not meant to be," Zell commented as his stomach growled at the mention of food. When was the last time he had ate anything? It had been a while. Maybe a day or two. Seifer really didn't need to know that.
Zell did have the energy to raise an eyebrow at his slave. "It isn't just the ball. I have this pain in the ass slave I just don't know what to do with. First he wants to leave and then he doesn't. He complains about wanting to work but doesn't so the shop I set up in the back for him." Zell never really told Seifer about the shop but it was there. It wasn't his fault that Seifer hadn't left the house or his room much since his return.