[The ferocity with which he barks orders at her makes Holly flinch. She's used to him being demanding, but never so discomposed as he is right now. The Myotismon she knows is firmly in control and only harsh when he chooses to be - not the emotional creature looming over her.]
... Yes, Master.
[But she knows when and how to obey, turning away from him to get on all fours on the bed, arching her rear up in presentation. She hesitates, not wanting to stir his anger, but feeling all the unfairness of his complaints.]
I did not mean to cause trouble... I did not know when to expect you.
[Maybe it's a poor excuse for Myotismon's current mood, but Holly is at a loss for how she was expected to anticipate his every whim. It stirs a little spark in her heart, a faint prick of defiance, that she tries to suppress. Surely he wouldn't want her fighting him?]
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... Yes, Master.
[But she knows when and how to obey, turning away from him to get on all fours on the bed, arching her rear up in presentation. She hesitates, not wanting to stir his anger, but feeling all the unfairness of his complaints.]
I did not mean to cause trouble... I did not know when to expect you.
[Maybe it's a poor excuse for Myotismon's current mood, but Holly is at a loss for how she was expected to anticipate his every whim. It stirs a little spark in her heart, a faint prick of defiance, that she tries to suppress. Surely he wouldn't want her fighting him?]