Chapter Fourteen Page 6
Later . . .
Cohen: Well, it’s professional . . . Let me see you as a male.
A little less Hollywood action star, a little more “regular guy.” And lose the jacket.
That’ll do! You sure do like green, huh?
Patrick: It’s sort of my color. Is that okay?
Cohen: It’s fine. On an unrelated note, I think I’ll call you Patrick.
You seem a lot livelier than you did last night.
Patrick: You warmed me up, Master!
Cohen: Something tells me that’s not just about temperature. I wonder if Ann Walker ever studied this. If not, I could pitch it to her . . .
. . . Or I could commission some studies of my own, because that’s what money is for.
Patrick: Great idea, Master!
Cohen: Can you just call me “Mr. Cohen”?
Patrick: No, sir. I can’t use your name.
Cohen: That sounds familiar. Come on, Patrick, it’s cross-referencing time. To the library!
Patrick: Yes, sir!
“To the library!” Say that with the same gusto as “To the batcave!”
This just… It’s just…
I kinda wanna hug ’em both and stuff ’em with cookies. >_>; Too much cute in that last panel!
Green and Patrick, *Giggle!SNORT* Bravo, Erin. That one has been staring us in the face since the first chapter.
“To the library!” my new battle cry.
Oh my god, Patrick used to be so HAPPY!
Okay, if Patrick is this eager to please Cohen when they’re first together, what the hell was the master before Cohen like?
Bad thought… One who, in the end, hated having a being so thoroughly that he did something to sever the contract more … conventionally.
Here’s a hint of Patrick’s master before Cohen: whoever he or she (or apacha helicopterself) were, their family hated Patrick enough to tell him to go away into the streets. Cohen literary found him hiding in the trash.
Think about that. A Being in this world is one of the most unique and valuable things you can have and truly have. It is the ideal servant, family member, friend, worker, etc. You could have sold it for enough money to never have to work again, retire to luxury and still give your kids enough to start their life with.
So they were either very stupid, very superstitious, or the Master had caused enough trouble that they just wanted everything about him to go away. Or he had nobody at all and Patrick thus had nobody to contract with.
80s hunks!
(a mullet. it’s a mullet. it’s definitely a mullet.)