♢♡Craig♡♢

Sneaking Tyler into the estate is harder then I thought it'd be. I mean, he is tall and loud, not exactly graceful, and there's literally hundreds of people to avoid. So, I ended up waiting until it was dark the next day, sneaking him onto the property when the moon was high and even the slaves were asleep. Brian, though, and two slave girls stayed awake with me. Brian was simply there for he was worried about me, and the girls were here to measure Tyler.

"Gee" Tyler says, looking around. "Y'all got a nice place here" Tyler he chuckles, putting up his hands when I shush him. "This is bad, Mister Craig. Very bad" Brian murmurs next to me, looking very upset about the whole idea. "Hush, Brian" I warn, bring Tyler towards the back. "The slaves will measure you and then you can shower, alright?" I ask quietly, pushing open the door. "Yessir" Tyler grins, stepping into the room. "Golly, that's alotta fabric"

"Don't touch it" Brian snorts, standing near the far wall. Tyler rolls his eyes and sits on the pedestal in the middle of the room. "So, what now?" He asks, smirking. "Now you stand up, take off that old shirt, and let the girls measure you" I snort, closing the doors and watching the girls hurry over to grab measuring tapes. Tyler frowns. "Craig, you know how to count and read" He starts, shaking the girls off when they try to measure his shoulders. "Let these girls rest, you measure me"

"Sir-" Brian starts, but I shush him. "Alright then, girls, sleep. Tyler, take off the damn shirt and empty your pockets" I grumble, grabbing a measuring tape. The slaves scurry off, nodding when Brian tells them to keep hush about this, and Tyler outs a knife and a pack of cigs on the pedestal. Brian steps forwards and snatches up the knife, then the cigs. "Where should I put your weapon and fags?" He asks, grumbling. Uh oh.

"Excuse me?" Tyler growls, standing up. "Mr. Thompson, I though your servant here was on our side" He doesn't look near me when he says this, stalking towards Brian instead. "Tyler don't! Brian is Irish, fags mean cigs!" I say, grabbing his arm. Tyler grumbles and crosses his arms. "Good. For his sake" He doesn't address Brian at all. "Brian, take Tyler's clothing and personal items to be washed. I'll measure him" I huff when both of the other men glare at each other.

"Yes sir" Brian says, waiting. "Tyler, you have to undress if Brian is going to wash your clothing" I snort, Brian smirking when Tyler rolls his eyes. "Wait, you're gonna measure me in my all together?" Tyler says, turning a little red. "Well, yes- ugh, for god's sake, do you want new clothes or not?" I can already tell this is going to get annoying fast. "Fine! Fine" Tyler huffs, pulling his shirt off over his head and throwing it to Brian.

Tyler grumbles as he takes off worn shoes and socks, shoving his pants down his hips and crossing his legs. "I dislike this" He complains, crossing his arms as his blush spreads to his chest. "You are obviously unused to this style of life" Brian mumbles, collecting the rest of Tyler's clothes and heading out. "This is goin' t' include gropin' now ain't it?" He whines, looking away from me. "I'll do my best" I snort, finding the end of the measuring tape and walking up to Tyler. "Oh lord" He mumbles, making me laugh. "What!?" He gasps, frowning.

"You're so hot-headed all the time and it's real funny to watch you become a blushing, bumbling mess just because you got no clothes"

"Screw you, Mr. Thompson"