The live of a Pet varied extremely depending on the manner of its Master; many were fairly well looked after, kept as moving pieces of art and servants when the need arose for them. The outward appearance of a Pet was its most vital asset ad as such, it was rare for any to be blemished at the hands of their Master. Of course, not all were as pleasant; in ever society there was the harsher, stricter owners who showed little regard for the safety and harmony of their household... Thankfully, Lito's Master was not in the latter category, mostly due to the Pet's almost flawless service.<br/><br/>Of course, whenever the occasion came that he did fail at a task, he was always taught the correct way to perform and punished accordingly, but always he accepted his faults with grace and took whatever his Master deemed fit for the punishment.<br/><br/>His life was simple and predictable, the way that it should be. His duties were set out every day and he was expected to complete them smoothly and without error. Perhaps the lack of spontaneity was a negative in the long run, but he had heard the whispers of what had occurred when even an Elite chose to step out of the firm lines Jupiter had impressed upon their existence; certainly it was not the place of a Pet to decide his own fate. Time was limited, though that aspect of his life was as yet unknown to the four month old, and he was quite happy to continue to serve and please his Master as much as he could.<br/><br/>Today was among the ones that Lito cherished beyond all others, when he was given permission to indulge in the simple pleasure of combing through his Master's long hair. It was a rare treat to be able to touch the pitch black strands and he felt honoured to have the opportunity to do such a thing.<br/><br/>"Lito... You are drifting again." The soft yet firm tones of Iskis cut through his thoughts and he blinked quickly, bowing his head deeply.<br/><br/>"My apologies, Master..." He was seated atop the back of a slender couch (a rarity in itself), Iskis just below on the main body and the long strands of black hair were draped with the greatest of care over the Pet's lap, a comb being taken down the length. His attire was a simple gown of light blue, the glittering silver collar engraved with the Master's name polished and perfected; a sign of pride for the young Pet."I will be more careful in future..." He had never caused any pain to his Master while doing this activity, which was perhaps due to the occasional prompts whenever his thoughts became too lost in the flow of black. It always enchanted him how deep the Elite's colours were, and on more than one occasional he had been chastised for unconsciously staring on their outings.<br/><br/>"Indeed... This is a pleasure for you, it would be a shame to have it removed." Of course, Iskis rather enjoyed the soft touch to his hair, but of course he would not admit to such a thing.<br/><br/>"Yes, Master... Thank you for allowing me this delight..."