09-30-2019, 07:05 PM
Easton watched as Markus slipped some sugar into his coffee. He was quite different from him. Easton, from the start of his job at the agency, had always had his coffee black. He'd always needed the extra caffeine to last the day. He wondered if Markus would start doing the same. Probably. He'd start to need it soon enough.
He raised an eyebrow as Markus sat in a desk closer to him. No one had been there in a while. In fact, it had been vacant since Easton had started working two years ago. He'd have to get used to the change. He'd never really been one for small talk. Likely the cause of the fact that any relationship he'd ever had, friendly or otherwise, never lasted longer than a few months. He had no reason to think the one with his nw "partner" would. If he even gave Markus a chance to develop a relationship in the first place.
He sat and looked up at the omega's question. "That depends on you," he replied coolly, taking a paper in his desk and slipping it inside a manila folder before he stamped the cover and slipped it into one of the drawers in his desk. "What are our skills? Weaknesses? Goals?"
He carefully eyed the other man, trying to make a quick assesment of his skills but he found him to be rather difficult to read. He tore his eyes away and turned to his desktop. He read his email and typed back a response while waiting for his partner to answer.
He raised an eyebrow as Markus sat in a desk closer to him. No one had been there in a while. In fact, it had been vacant since Easton had started working two years ago. He'd have to get used to the change. He'd never really been one for small talk. Likely the cause of the fact that any relationship he'd ever had, friendly or otherwise, never lasted longer than a few months. He had no reason to think the one with his nw "partner" would. If he even gave Markus a chance to develop a relationship in the first place.
He sat and looked up at the omega's question. "That depends on you," he replied coolly, taking a paper in his desk and slipping it inside a manila folder before he stamped the cover and slipped it into one of the drawers in his desk. "What are our skills? Weaknesses? Goals?"
He carefully eyed the other man, trying to make a quick assesment of his skills but he found him to be rather difficult to read. He tore his eyes away and turned to his desktop. He read his email and typed back a response while waiting for his partner to answer.
"Writing is its own reward."
- Henry Miller
- Henry Miller