The OC above is your servant for the day

"How about this, here's some cash. Go buy some snacks, and we'll binge watch the office?" Kal plopped down onto the couch by his dog, scratching him behind the ears.

"Maybe some rawhide bones for piccolo here and some Canelés?" He said with a playful wink.

"You lost a bet? Pitiful." Dante casually lit a cigarette placed it between his lips. "I'd prefer to have one of those cat girls as my servant, but I guess you gotta make do with what you have, right?" He walked over to his chair and casually sat on it. "Alright, old man, you see that huge pile of contracts over there?" Dante pointed to a heap of papers sitting on his desk while staring. "I want you to shred each and every one of them separately. Oh, and destroy these for me too." He handed Kal a perfectly good bundle of chick flicks. "Trash was meant to be destroyed anyway, am I right?" The businessman petted his head mockingly and walked down the hall while whistling joyfully.

(sorrY he's a bit of a jerk lmao)

"A servant? No, I'm not quite fond of the term. It gives me, ah, certain memories," Lan murmured, the flames inside his head turning a darker shade of azure to most likely indicate a blush. He coughed into a balled up fist. "As for what you shall do, hmm..." He took a moment to evaluate the demon. "You're a reckless spirit, chaotic on all ends and choosing no moral ground. Perhaps this is a good thing. My world could use more chaos, more... "evil" to balance it out at the moment. If I told you to act as you normally do, would you want to? Or would you try to do the opposite out of a need for rebellion? I suppose we'll find out." Lan chuckled before disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"I would never have expected a powerful being such as yourself to participate in bets, let alone lose one," Njal spoke, his voice lacking the amused tone one could have expected from the words he spoke. He stared at the tall man from head to toe with eyes that spoke nothing of how he was feeling or what he was thinking; a pair of dead eyes still belonging to someone who was, at least technically, living. "I don't think I really need a servant - I have all I need, and I do just fine being alone. However..."

Njal paused for a moment, his blank expression finally turning almost thoughtful. 

"If you could, even just for a day, try to help me separate this demon seal from my body, I would be grateful. And if you can cook, I wouldn't mind eating a warm meal for once - I'm getting a little tired of microwaved food." 

Marcus chuckled. He usually took every opportunity in his day to make people feel useless or uncomfortable so having this boy do everything for him just comes as second nature.

"I hope you don't mind getting your hands bloody. I'm going to need help bandaging wounds, amputating appendages, perhaps ending someone's suffering?"

He watched for a reaction, to see if Njal was ppalled or had the slightest bit of bother about him.

"To be honest, I'll mostly have you cleaning up the vomit from sea-sick soldiers and changing bed pans. I'll need your hands washed frequently and fresh, ice cold tea served hourly. If you know how to cook, I expect you to help with Joon in the kitchen and try to learn something, will you?"

This was all too enjoyable for him.

"...A cat...? I suppose that's fitting." Clover gave Anges a cautious once over, not quite sure what to make of her new 'servant'-- ugh, even just thinking that made her wince a little. She seemed like the sort of personality that would drive her up a wall on any other day, what with the purposeful annoyance, but...as long as Anges had to help her out, it shouldn't be that bag...right?

Clearing her throat, Clover straightened up, looking down at the cat with a hard look. "I mean, I don't need help with my work, but if you're gonna do this, I'm at least going to put you to work. I'm going to call out some ingredient names, and your job is going to be to run them over to me. Even someone like you should be able to read the labels and do that, right? And don't even think about knocking anything over, got it?!" Even as she explained, she couldn't help but feel as if this day was going to be a frustrating one at best.

Clayton looks confused and he takes a step away from her, shaking his head as he does.
"You must be mistaken, I can't.... I can't tell you what to do." He mumbles, his voice was unsteady and he stuttered somewhat.  He was looking down at his feet, refusing to look up at her.  She didn't seem happy about this at all, he couldn't make her do anything for him.  He didn't want to make her upset, although she already looked upset.  What that his fault? He hoped not.
"You don't need to do anything for me, you can have a day off," He says, his voice is very low, nearly a whisper. 

“Oh you poor thing I bet you’re used to this, “ Lassey said with a sneer plastered on both his mouths. The big bastard of an alien settled into his back haunches and brought a large hand to his head in mock thought. “I know what you should do for me first doggy, go fetch me a newspaper,” he commanded. He knew full well he didn’t plan to even read the paper. Lassey was just taking his poor servant on a test drive.

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Ooc: I fell asleep at the keyboard I’m sorry !

Aldrik wore a sheepish smile as he gazed at the alien. "I've never actually had someone serve me before, it was more like the other way around...."He flinched and quickly added, "Just for a brief moment, I swear!" The thought of admitting that he used to serve someone was pretty embarrassing, especially because he was a werewolf. Aldrik regained his composure and continued on. "I'm not really into the idea of bossing someone around, so this is kind of awkward for me." After what seemed like a few minutes, his eyes lit up as an idea popped into his head. "ah, how about you just help me guard Eleanor's mansion? I wasn't able to visit the town nearby for a while because I was afraid that something bad might happen while I was gone." He got up and began making his way to the town. "I'm counting on you, thanks a lot!"

"Hn, I'm...not so sure what a werewolf is but it says here that you're my servant today?"

The voice in Aldrirk's head appears to be coming from the rather tall, slender reptilian creature standing before him, blinking at him quizzically.

"That sounds kind of...weird. Maybe we can just um...you're um...do you mind maybe um..." he rubs his chin thoughtfully. He's had greenhides tend to him before, but he never considered them something so demeaning. In fact, greenhides are rather well respected for their role as caretakers, whether or not they were particularly fond of it, as Patch came to realize in his adolescence. A sound that wasn't quite like laughter but left the impression of such followed. Perhaps a nervous chuckle?

"Actually if you can just take a letter to a friend of mine for me, that's all I really need. You can take as long as you wanna and I dunno, take a break. I'm not allowed to leave the cavern until the afternoon drill so it's going to be really boring around here." He hands Aldrik a small, rolled up piece of what might be vellum. The pulp this paper is made of has a rough feel to it. "Her name's River!" He excitedly goes on a brief tangent about her, then where she is located in the complex, as well as a little too much information on its maze-like passageways and what happened to the last outsider who got lost in them. Then it turns into a conversion. Aldrik will likely find that Patch is actually very, very lonely, but he felt rather bad about asking for something as simple as companionship for the afternoon.

"You've come to me as a... Servant?" Billy looks down in wonder. "Huh... I know I'm the fire prince but I sure am never used to a servant." He taps his chin in wonder on what to make his new 'servant' do. "I know exactly what you could do!" Billy walks off, then comes back with a big frying pan. "Maybe you can help me out, at the restaurant!" He grins widely down at him. "I've been needing some extra help here lately! I can show you how to make some basic things if you want help, of course. Unless you can do it too!" He goes over to a oven and turns it on. "Here, let's make something, like fried eggs! We don't have to eat em if you don't like eggs."

I OVER WROTE IM SO SORRY jshdfkglmh Apologies if Billy is OOC I tried my best from what I read in his story and profile!