Markus was sitting in a little cafe, drinking hot chocolate and eating a piece of chocolate pie. He was small and petite, and he looked weak through and through. He was weak too, a small and weak omega. But he was obviously bonded, from the mixed scent that came from him to the bonding marks on his neck he couldn’t really hide. They looked rather painful, and like his alpha had tried to make sure he couldn’t hide he was bonded.
He was alone though. He had come here alone, and intended to stay alone. At least he would like to be alone, since he felt safer that way.
Bing walked into the café, purring slightly at the warmth and scent of food. He ordered some food and a drink before looking at the small books the café had. He had noticed the small omega and couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to him. The bonding marks didn’t look comfortable and maybe even hurt.
Once Bing got his food, he stood near the books, debating on if he should talk to the smaller omega, not knowing what to do. He wasn’t one to be very good at conversations.
Markus was staring into his cup, twirling it slightly in his hands. He debated on wehter he should leave and go home, or stay here. His phone laid on the table next to his hands, so he could feel that it was there still or not. A cane leaned against the table.
He sighed, continuing to eat his cake. He’d finish his food and leave. It’d be better if he was home again soon.
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