Re: Holding Pens - Samandriel and Mitchell
"Great," the vampire beamed, and squeezed the boy's shoulder, shook him lightly in his excitement. "That's great, Samamdriel. That's just...really great."
He patted the boy's chest and let him go, taking a step back. "I'll just...I'll just make the arrangements, yeah?" It shouldn't take long, since clearly the auction house didn't value the boy, he should be able to skip the actual auction and just take him home. Or would they deliver him? Mitchell had no idea. If they delivered him to his home, he would have time to pick up the necessary things--food, obviously. And whatever else a human could need. Want. Desire. Clothes? Hair product? He started mentally making a list, distracted as he headed towards the door.