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"How do you treat someone as a princess?" Osvaldo asked calmly.
"M... Master?" Timothy was shocked by his question. Why was his master suddenly asking such a question?
Timothy shook his head. This man was truly full of surprises.
"Stop fussing and answer the damn question, Timothy," Osvaldo said seeming uninterested by his little stupid gestures.
"You can buy flowers, toys, candy’s, girls like those a lot. You can get ice cream, and cakes, they love cakes." Timothy knew about this because his granddaughter loved the same too. She always loves it when he buys her things like that.
"Ice cream?" Osvaldo asked.
"Y... Yes, master."
"That is nothing." Osvaldo smiled. He could buy her gallons of ice cream every day if that’s what she wants.
"Then get the ice cream. Buy a thousand even, make sure my penguin never lacks any, any day of her life." He declared.
"Also, redecorate the mansion, make everything pink. Almost like a Barbie dreamland. That’s what she wants." Timothy wondered if he had heard correctly.
Is his master going crazy!?
"Uhm, master, I’m afraid that’s not how it works." Timothy was being very careful not to annoy the man. The last thing he wanted was another sack letter delivered to his table for the 100th time and a death threat.
It’s almost like Dewitt knew his son, that is why he asked that they never get fired until they hurt his son or try to steal money.
"What do you mean?" Osvaldo asked lazily. He finally climbed the bed using both feet to take out his shoes as he relaxed. One leg raised as he rested his hands on it, and the other laid flat on the bed surface.
"You can’t just buy a gallon of ice cream master Osvaldo. You need to take her out on a date."
"Date? What is a date?" Osvaldo asked and Timothy sighed. This is surely going to be a long night.
His master was a genius but only when it came to books and chemicals, not things about life.
"Date is when you go out with someone you love or care about," Timothy said. "Do you have anyone you love master?" He asked.
Osvaldo wondered if what he shared with his Penguin was love. But how could that be?
Still in deep thought, "Master, are you there?" Timothy called and Osvaldo was back in the present. He wouldn’t call his feelings for his Penguin love, but he could call it care.
He cared for her because she’s the only one that has been able to help him out. He couldn’t lose her because he needed her.
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