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My house is large. And by large, I mean mansion-esque. The lawn is kept perfectly manicured by a team of expert landscapists while the house itself has a flock of house-cleaners that thoroughly clean the building everyday of every week. Needless to say, the Chase family is proud of it's home.

And I must admit, I enjoy seeing the reactions of people the first time they see it. The slack jaw and wide eyes send an inexplicable thrill up my spine. But if Zeke's reaction consisted of more than a slight pause in the tapping then I couldn't see it.

I pulled the car around into the circular drive and stopped under the overhang above our front doors. I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned to Zeke. "Home, sweet home."

This time the tapping paused for a moment longer while he unbuckled his own seatbelt. We left the vehicle and I walked around the car when a figure exited the building. Expecting McRoy, I was mildly surprised to find a young coyote coming up to meet me. Oh well, best to go with the flow.

"Ah, good, saves me the trouble of asking McRoy to fetch someone." I held out the keys to the coyote. "Park this for me, would you? Oh, and there are some bags in the trunk; take them up to one of the rooms by mine. And do you know where McRoy is?"

"Yes, sir. Of course, sir. I believe he's in the library, sir. Will that be all?" Something in what the coyote said made Zeke huff out a breath in a short burst.

"Yeah." I grabbed Zeke's wrist and began to pull him toward the door. I pretended not to notice when he tried to pull back. "I'll introduce you to McRoy-- he's the head of the staff--he'll make sure you get everything you need or want. Then, I'll have the cook make something. It's almost six, and I'm starving."

The library was through the doors, up the main stairs in the foyer, hang a right and the third door on the left. Like the coyote said, McRoy was there, sitting at a table while he read something from a laptop. He looked up when the door opened.

"Ah, Mr. Chase," his brows shot up when he saw I was pulling Zeke by the wrist; mildly embarrassed, I let it go, " and guest. What can I do for you?"

I waved a hand at Zeke, all too aware of the memory of his wrist in my hand and his fur against my paw. "This is Zeke, um, Hughes. He'll be staying here this weekend. I told the coyote, um, what's-his-name, to put some bags in one of the rooms next to mine. Can you have someone set it up for him? They can leave the bags alone-- they'll all be going back with Zeke when he goes home."

McRoy had been looking at Zeke while I was speaking and his eyes ended up glued to Zeke's hand as it tapped against his thigh. He looked up when I finished talking. "Yes, sir. I'll also call down to the kitchen and have the chef prepare for your arrival. I'm sure you're hungry."

I turned to leave and Zeke followed suit, beating me to the door, until McRoy stopped me, "Mr. Chase, if I may speak with you a moment?"

I tapped Zeke on the shoulder and he quickly turned, startled. I held back a small laugh at his jumpiness and said, "Wait for me outside a moment. This won't take long." He nodded and left.

McRoy cleared his throat when spent too long staring after him. "It's not my fault; he has a really nice ass."

"The quality of Mr. Hughes' hindquarters notwithstanding, there is something we need to discuss."

Shit, I guess I said that out loud. Awkward. "-- something seems wrong, 'off' I think you kids call it, about him--" Zeke and 'off' certainly had appeared together in my mind before. Typically with the word 'clothes' between them. Now there's a few entertaining thoughts. "--not normal."

I waved away McRoy's concerns. "I'm sure it's fine. Some people are just different, ya'know? I"m sure that for him it's perfectly normal." McRoy's face had a novel of skepticism written on it, but he nodded.

Ah, wealth at its finest.

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Supper turned out to be hastily made steak and fries. I couldn't figure out whether to be happy that the chef could whip something up so fast, or fire him for not being more prepared. I settled with a small smile.

Zeke looked down at his plate and at mine with wide eyes. I smiled at him, this one slightly bigger. "Eat. It'll be good. Chef--uh, what's-his-name-- is a pretty good one."

His fork and knife appeared in his hands and he cut into the steak jerkily, squeaking the knife against the plate. I winced at the noise and pouted a little when he didn't seem to notice. Give him clothes and great food prepared by a fantastic chef, and he doesn't even notice when I'm uncomfortable. How ungrateful.

I slowly cut into my own steak, and smiled when I saw that the chef had cooked it perfectly.

It was a few minutes before Zeke looked up and I saw his steak was almost gone, while I was only a quarter of the way through mine. I raised my brows at him. "Hungry?"

He almost looked sheepish for a moment. "I didn't eat lunch today. And it's better than what a normally get at th--home."

I nodded and continued eating and tried not to think too much on that slight, almost not-there mistake and what it might mean.

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A/N: Oops. I lied (on two accounts). First, I would like to apologize for the tardiness (note: don't set a timeline). Second, I would like to apologize for the lack of, umm, I called it 'action' (note: stop telling people what is in future chapters). I'm going to blame it all on school, Guild Wars 2 (damn Charr and their smexiness), and League of Legends (which I'm really addicted to at the moment).

Excuses out of the way, I would like to tell you my plans. I don't have anything written. And I doubt I'll have anything written for the next month or so at least. The problem is that this nice little idea I had for what needs to happen in the story has gotten a little fuzzy (and not the adorable kind). So I'm kind of at a loss since what seemed like good ideas now seem unrealistic and fake and I'm having problems coming up with alternatives. I'll think on it myself, and if any of you want to give your ideas on what you think might happen, I'll certainly listen (If I think an idea is better than my own, I'll contact the propogator before using it).

P.S.: Do you think I used enough parentheses (I don't)?