[DarkAurion98]

Oh no, we have a walking dead fan four ourselves ladies and gentlemen. Gerard chuckled, beer in hand. Come on, you really fall for that one-eyed kid? Say what you want but Daryl and Carol are the ones that kick ass. He let the cold drink refresh his throat, already burning fast on his system thanks to lycans' accelerated metabolism, euphemism of course for eternal designated driver.

Before they started a fight of fictional characters, (bacause not matter what Daryl would win), the males found themselves walking and getting into the work place. No doubt you are a great photographer bud. Is almost a requirement for the field you are in, right? That was said before the brotherly show of affection.

At Larry's "strike" on the nose, he just muffled a laugh.
Yeah, back to work Sir. Bet you would be Chandler Riggs' personal papparazi with that fierce attitude. He ignored the other's frown and started developing a protocol for textures, working side by side with the brown eyed guy. The rest of the afternoon was calmed, quiet with them inmersed on their laptops, catching gazes only to ask for clarifications or code lies. Hours later, the programmers enjoyed a quick Battlefield session with the rest of the crew on the main room. Place suited with red sofas, two flat screens, multiple free access laptops and a small library at the bottom. Being there for more than five minutes allowed Gerard to properly sense a fellow werewolf.

He stood up. Keep these bastards busy with some aerial action, would ya? He told Larry, heading to the cornered food bay. A short haired beta with amber eyes was already waiting for him, offering a coke.

-You scented me too didn't you?- asked the shorter guy.
-Yeah. Hi, sorry I didn't feel you on the first meeting. Name's Gerard- He kept position, somehow embarassed with the other lycan.
-I'm Anthony. I-i.... alpha, right?-
-Yes, but chills man, not territorial at all-

They stayed silent, looking at each other, until the smaller male lowered his head, asking shyly. Can we?
The question found its answer inmediatly. Of course, come here bud. The men hugged, noses deep in necks with fangs tingling to come out. In human concepts, this would be a romance act, but it couldn't be more regular for werewolves. Unity is what brings the feeling of safety, even proven by social experiments among the feral community.

-So cool to work with one of my kind-. Whispered Gerard, nuzzling his new little ally. -Beta I see-.
-Yes, I missed this. Pack touch-
-I know brother, I know. It's ok. We are close now. Wanna run tonight? Stretch legs? I have a friend-
-Really?- Anthony's eyes illuminated.
-Yes!. I see you are new to the city, since you miss wolf bonding-
-True man. I, i don't know what to say, thanks a lot-
-Nothing to thank for bud. Tonight we run free-

At those last words, the alpha couldn't help but feel guilty. Sure, he was happy to meet a partner to work with now, but for some reason, something was missing. Larry. It's like excluding the designer from something important, even if he hasn't the slightest idea.
He wanted him to be in that we, just like as a friend, being honest.

After quick chat and info exchange, the alpha came back to see a smug omega grinning, victory announced on the screen.
Don't even say it man, you aren't an Eisenhower.

They got their stuff ready and went to the parking lot. Well, today I got myself a friend and a new brother. Not bad uh? He thought.