Chapter 28
28
SHILOH
I can’t take the man’s bed!
Then again, he did kind of demand it.
FUCK! I can’t do it! He’s for Toby!
While Don is downstairs taking care of the closing duties for the coffee shop, I pull out my phone and notice a shit ton of notification for the Kink Manor group chat that I’ve missed.
Eric:
FYI yinz better not give @shiloh any problems about moving out
Eli:
WTF? Was someone going to inform me of this?
@shiloh are you alright?
Spencer:
@shiloh kitten, did we do something wrong?
Jace:
Moving?!?! I thought he was just donating stuff
Scott:
I can’t believe I’m saying this…I agree with @Eric
Trust our kitten on this and let it go for now
Lucky:
@Spencer you are a bad daddy! Leave my kitty alone!He knows what he’s doing
Eli:
@Lucky sweetie we trust him
We just want him to be safe
Lucky:
Like you wanted me safe last year at the Halloween party?
Oof. As much as I appreciate Lucky standing up for me and my independence, that is a low blow for both his Daddy and his uncle. It was one thing for him to imply it in front of relative strangers to the incident, but calling them out directly is not something I expected from him.
Eric:
Accurate @Lucky
But OUCH
@Eli @Spencer are going to need something for those burns
Jay:
As entertaining as it is to see my fellow Doms get their asses handed to them by our house subs I have to pick up a pup.
Eli:
He’s done with work already? He only started an hour ago.
Scott:
Does anyone know what he even does for work?
Jay:
I’m not sure but whatever his job is, I’m going to be convincing him to quit. This is too damn far away from home and school for him to be relying on rideshare.
Eli:
Where are you picking him up?
Jay:
Aspinwall
Lucky:
Wait a second… Toby’s job isn’t in Aspinwall. He works by the community college and takes a bus most of the way. He only has to use rideshare to get back and forth from the university since the bus runs between the two schools. Why is he all the way out in Aspinwall?
Setting down my phone, I figure I can at least help my new roommate clear out the room while he is downstairs. First I start taking all of the boxes from the trash side down the stairs to put in the dumpster. I will start hauling the keep boxes into what I’m assuming would be the dining area, if there was a table, once I get the trash all thrown out.
I do notice that the corner gets excellent light for a big bean bag chair for kitty naps…
Nope! Not gonna scare away my new roommate who doesn’t know the first thing about kitten play.
Before I can get the door open, the bottom rips out and various pieces of hockey stuff spreads over the the hardwood floor. I might not know much about hockey, but I’ve watched a few Pens games with the rest of the house, so I know that anything with Mario Lemieux or Sidney Crosby on it is valuable at the very least for nostalgia. I must have been confused on which pile of boxes were trash.
I hurriedly unpack one of my boxes that’s just clothing and neatly repack the box of hockey stuff. The Lemieux jersey looks like it would fit Lucky, not a grown man, so I’m certain it’s a special memento from his childhood. As I hold it up to get the wrinkles out and fold it, I notice there’s a signature on the belly of the penguin.
I definitely got the piles mixed up. There is no chance in hell that he meant to throw away this stuff.