11-19-2016, 06:10 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-19-2016, 06:39 PM by DarkAurion98.)
I'm hoping to work here full time after the testing period. Gerard answered Larry's first question, voice a lot softer than he wanted. After picking places on the office, he kept the conversation with the interesting male wearing beige vest.
Left handed uh? Man, that's so useful for drifting. Said the werewolf, making allusion to his interest on cars. Again, all what he hated is what he loves. Always skipping showers, always with gasoline on his veins, always eating like a beast and always feeling protective over the omegas he knew. His little brother Roger, proudly carrying such gender, loved the attention of his big bro. But when it comes to friends, he only earns glares and "you are not my dad" reminders.
Retaking the events, Gerard continued. They needed an interface specialist. Given your abilites with graphic design, I'm sure I'll translate your styles into the games. He got closer to Larry, unconsciously inhaling more of that sweet scent. Now he was sure, it comes from him and it's totally omega. Not wanting to make himself a joke, he kept certain distance.
Do you mind showing me your schemes? It's the first time I'm working with videogames so maybe your models can give me a starting point. I'm sure we will dominate and drive the accountants crazy. He laughed, airing the tension building on his throat.
Come on, it's just a guy you'll work with. You met lots of omegas before, so what? He's not different, can't be. He just took the shower you missed, that's why he smells good.
He battled himself, brain fighting an agitated nose. His folks always flirted with each other, saying the smell of a true mate is diferent and calming, but he wasn't buying that, not for a second. He really wanted a mate, in a future, but detecting it just by a fragance? It's better to focus on what he's good at, programming.
Left handed uh? Man, that's so useful for drifting. Said the werewolf, making allusion to his interest on cars. Again, all what he hated is what he loves. Always skipping showers, always with gasoline on his veins, always eating like a beast and always feeling protective over the omegas he knew. His little brother Roger, proudly carrying such gender, loved the attention of his big bro. But when it comes to friends, he only earns glares and "you are not my dad" reminders.
Retaking the events, Gerard continued. They needed an interface specialist. Given your abilites with graphic design, I'm sure I'll translate your styles into the games. He got closer to Larry, unconsciously inhaling more of that sweet scent. Now he was sure, it comes from him and it's totally omega. Not wanting to make himself a joke, he kept certain distance.
Do you mind showing me your schemes? It's the first time I'm working with videogames so maybe your models can give me a starting point. I'm sure we will dominate and drive the accountants crazy. He laughed, airing the tension building on his throat.
Come on, it's just a guy you'll work with. You met lots of omegas before, so what? He's not different, can't be. He just took the shower you missed, that's why he smells good.
He battled himself, brain fighting an agitated nose. His folks always flirted with each other, saying the smell of a true mate is diferent and calming, but he wasn't buying that, not for a second. He really wanted a mate, in a future, but detecting it just by a fragance? It's better to focus on what he's good at, programming.