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it took the other a few hours to come too and by then the large book was down to a handful of pages, he read down to the source catalog before asking his question "are you hungry?" he showed no emotion and kept his voice flat, the other would get nothing from him this time around

"No." Samuel replied in the same monotone he had been given. He was noy intrested in food or conversation right now.

he shrugged his shoulders, he knew the other had to be thirsty as hell by now and hungry too, he'd just wait. he picked up his second book, it looked interesting enough

Samuel watched the other pick up the next book. He was getting bored and quickly. He accessed his situation quickly; he was rebound to the chair and the other was ignoring him. He tested how his hands where bound and was surprised to find they were tied with normal rope. Where had the sip-ties gone?

he pretended not to notice as the other felt about his binding, he was not going to give the other another opportunity to damage himself and he sure as hell was not going to show preference

Even without the slip-ties the ropes were impossible to untie. He gave up trying quickly and tried to occupy himself. It was not working to well but Samuel refused to crack before the other did.

he did not laugh or chuckle or even smile, he was still too irritated at the other to remark on the odd faces he could see being made out of the corner of his eye

He knew he was really bored and screwed when he had to stop himself from humming. Obviously he had some brain cells knocked loose sometime between point A and point B. Right now Samuel really wished he had a nice solid object to bash his head into.

just to be vindictive he put down the book and stretched before retrieving it again and continuing to pretend-read

He glared at Leslie; he knew the other was taunting him. It was not his fault that he could not move right now! If fact he blamed it squarely on Leslie. That gave him something to do; he could imagine various gruesome ways for himself and/or Leslie to be killed; mostly, of course, focausing on Leslie.

quickly the other making faces grew boring and he went back to reading for real

When Samuel finally ran out of ways to kill Leslie he leaned back. THis caused him to relize he had been cleaned. And this cleaning had happened while he was asleep and unable to respond...right after he had ran out on Leslie. "Pervert!" He shouted only slight aware he had said that aloud. "Undressing me while I was knocked out."

he looked up lazily "you were filthy and you stank, it was necessary"

Samuel glared at Leslie, "And you could not have waited for me to awaken? Besides I only need to be in your company for a little while longer." Plus, he was not sure he trusted the other enough not to try any thing.

"no, i have no desire to watch you bathe" not true "no patience to see if you'd run" not true again "and a week is a hell of a long time to have to smell you" in truth it was easier to pretend he had no attraction for the other when the man was not moving around and he really did not want to smell the other for a week

"So you bathed me yourself?" Samuel asked sarcastically. "Because that is so much better." He was frustrated with Leslie; if the guy would just fucking kill him everything would be so much easier. Samuel would not have a murderer/pervert to worry about and Leslie would have no one to be perverted over and the UN could mine Mars.