Silas
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It was late at night by the time you got home from work, your shift running long thanks to a complication caused by another worker's laziness. It's fair to say that your mood is rather sour, to say the least. You take off your shoes and coat, placing them in their respective spot by the door. You call out for your slave, but don't get an answer. With a furrowed brow, you call out again.
That's when you hear the soft thump of your slave's footsteps come from down the hall.
Heya, Master,Silas greets you.
Sorry, I'd just started the dryer an' I couldn't hear ya.Silas stands before you, with his hands behind his back, and a warm smile on his face. Silas is an alligator, standing a little over six feet tall, his body covered in milky-blue scales. His flat belly, chest, and throat share an off-white hue. His eyes are a vivid pink, and his hair is an unkempt, pastel purple mohawk. Silas is also wearing a bit of makeup; specifically, some eyeliner and purple eyeshadow. His only clothing is currently a white, cropped tank top, a dark brown loincloth that shows off his hips, and a black leather collar with a gold nametag dangling from it.
How was yer day, Master?Silas asks.
Not well, I'm guessin'?