Hell Dogs
Spiteful Meetings and Just a Hint of Basil
The Receptionist nearly snarled as The Breeder walked through the doors, the bell above which jingle-jangled cheerfully, unaware of the tension coming from the shadow behind the front desk.
'Hey babe, what's up? Hope you didn't miss me too much~' The Breeder's voice slithered out from between his lips, sending a shiver up The Receptionist's spine, the motion culminating in a headache above his eyes.
'For the last time, I'm not your "babe", I'm your boss.' The Receptionist's eyebrows furrowed and twitched, pulsing with his heartbeat.
'Oh, geez, don't flatter yourself, smokey, I flirt with everyone.'
The Receptionist's cheeks darkened, a deeper gray spreading over his skin. He rose and kicked his seat back, slamming his palms down on the desk.
'Get over here. Now.'
'Yes, sir~'
The Breeder approached the fuming man with a smirk on his face.
He towered over The Receptionist, he hadn't realized how small the other man was, or... Well he hadn't thought much of it. He couldn't help his amused grin, instead choosing to suppress it as soon as he could with a snide smirk.
'I want you to understand this. I am your BOSS. If you don't respect me I can... I...' He blinked suddenly as he realized how far The Breeder had hunched over, his eyes opening a bit more in a show of surprise. It ticked him off.
His eyebrows pushed down on his eyes in a frustrated expression and he grunted in irritation.
'What are you going to do, fire me?'
The Breeder clearly knew he couldn't be fired, The Receptionist wasn't at will to do so. He ran his tongue over his teeth, leaning forward just slightly to stare at the shorter man.
The receptionist yelled in frustration and threw his hands up, turning around and stomping into the kennels.
'Just get to work.'
Spiteful Meetings and Just a Hint of Basil
The Receptionist nearly snarled as The Breeder walked through the doors, the bell above which jingle-jangled cheerfully, unaware of the tension coming from the shadow behind the front desk.
'Hey babe, what's up? Hope you didn't miss me too much~' The Breeder's voice slithered out from between his lips, sending a shiver up The Receptionist's spine, the motion culminating in a headache above his eyes.
'For the last time, I'm not your "babe", I'm your boss.' The Receptionist's eyebrows furrowed and twitched, pulsing with his heartbeat.
'Oh, geez, don't flatter yourself, smokey, I flirt with everyone.'
The Receptionist's cheeks darkened, a deeper gray spreading over his skin. He rose and kicked his seat back, slamming his palms down on the desk.
'Get over here. Now.'
'Yes, sir~'
The Breeder approached the fuming man with a smirk on his face.
He towered over The Receptionist, he hadn't realized how small the other man was, or... Well he hadn't thought much of it. He couldn't help his amused grin, instead choosing to suppress it as soon as he could with a snide smirk.
'I want you to understand this. I am your BOSS. If you don't respect me I can... I...' He blinked suddenly as he realized how far The Breeder had hunched over, his eyes opening a bit more in a show of surprise. It ticked him off.
His eyebrows pushed down on his eyes in a frustrated expression and he grunted in irritation.
'What are you going to do, fire me?'
The Breeder clearly knew he couldn't be fired, The Receptionist wasn't at will to do so. He ran his tongue over his teeth, leaning forward just slightly to stare at the shorter man.
The receptionist yelled in frustration and threw his hands up, turning around and stomping into the kennels.
'Just get to work.'
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