Summoner's Decline(semi-lit+) Brand new!

[Artesian]

[Ooc: So, I'm not going to be able to post till about May 23rd due to school, except if I sneak off from studying to post. Which I might. But I shouldn't. Sorry. ): ]

[bearcups]

Fisk had barely made it through the front door of the Rouge House before landing himself in trouble. He was accident prone, you see, but not in the way that you accidentally stub your toe, or you accidentally fall over and scratch your knee, or you accidentally hurt yourself, no. He was accident prone in the way that you accidentally break everything in your hands. The bottom of the plastic bag split just as his left foot touched ground and the glass bottle of milk was the first to dive onto the floor, shattering on impact to release a white river of mess. "Oh, god..." The slim male whined as he stepped over the puddle and glass shards and placed the surviving bag onto a table in the hallway.

"Fisk? What have you broken, summon?" Fisk flinched. He hated being called "summon". Why couldn't his summoner just call him by his name, or give him a nickname that was less offensive? The answer simply being that Benedict did not care for offensive language and hadn't learned how to be kind towards people with language -- words were just words to him. Even so, that didn't make it any nicer.

"Just the milk bottle, Sir, I'll clean it up right away. I didn't mean to drop it, the bag split an-" A gloved hand slithered forward and clamped over Fisk's mouth, intercepting his words, ending his speech. Fisk couldn't help but frown and lean away from the hand, turning to look at his Summoner, Benedict, with a look of confusion and a head tilt that would rival even that of a German Shepherd Dog.

"I'm going to enroll myself back into school, Fisk. I must ask that you no longer go out on your little errands in the day, when I am at school I expect you to be here, protecting this house. If I need you, I shall summon you." With that, Benedict turned on his heel and exited the house, heading for the school. He removed his gloves before he did so as he was only wearing them because he didn't want to smudge his glass chess board.