Mystic sighed as he and his cousin once again got into it and now he has a black eye. 'Well that could've gone smoother,' he thought as he pouted. ".......Mystic go pick up a slave, we need someone else here to make sure I don't kill you......" Lambert told him with a sigh, sure he was just exaggerating, but he still doesn't want to chance it. Once he nearly beat him into a coma this time he doesn't want a next time. With a extra person in place he can help them out around the house as well. "Okay, I'll go......" Mystic grumbled as he got the car keys and went out to door to go to the slave store to pick out a nice looking guy or chick, 'Leaning towards guy though, ' he thought. While Lambert stayed home and was getting the house cleaned up for their new arrival.
