The Boy
Haji/Saya
The boy… That ill-tempered ill-mannered heathen who had come to the Zoo had grown
He'd grown tall, and strong, and courtly, and Saya knew he no longer – if he ever had – viewed her as his Mistress.
The comfortable barriers between Master and Servant were long, long gone, but the less definable, and completely insurmountable (by civilized folk anyway), barrier of 'child' and 'young woman' had always kept Saya so incredibly sure of their relationship.
Until now.
"Haji! Haji! Come and see the new dress Joel bought for me!"
Granted, this was entirely her fault; she threw his door open with no care for knocking, and she knew very well that servants were not allowed to have locks on their doors and therefore it was entirely her very own fault she'd seen the boy in such a state of undress but… she really couldn't be blamed could she? It wasn't like she'd wanted to look or anything! He was just so… there.
And just so… very, very… naked.
"Saya!"
On instinct he'd turned toward the sound of her voice, when by all rights he should have, the very least, given her his back, so it wasn't entirely her fault, Saya surmised.
And so there she'd been… Frozen and standing in his doorway, watching as his cheeks filled with color and yet, the boy seemed to rendered as immobile as she was right now.
Finally, her wits hence gather, Saya managed to deal with the situation as rationally as could be expected, under the circumstances…
"Pu… Put some clothes on, Haji!"
And yet, her further voyeurism could be solely blamed on the fact that Haji simply stood there for a good five seconds longer, with his mouth gaping like a fool.
Clearly, this whole debacle was quickly evolving so that at least a fair share of the blame could be placed squarely on his shoulders, right? Who could argue with such logic?
As if any woman in their right mind would even want to look at… the boy. This is clearly, clearly, at least partially his fault!