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“I’m not offering myself up like a piece of meat,” Kyle huffed, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his seat. “I’m just sick of going out in public and already getting stares from roving packs of Alphas...! I can barely have space to myself unless I’m at home!”

He groaned a bit; he hated being an Omega sometimes... well, actually, a lot of times.

“Well, the only other Omega I really hang out with is Butters,” he said, fidgeting a bit. “Stan’s a Beta, Kenny’s an Alpha, and Cartman, well... ugh. He’s an Alpha but I’d die before he claimed me.”

The ginger looked over at Gregory, blinking.

“...that’d be nice, actually,” he admitted, managing a faint smile. He then sighed.

Immediately Craig flooded with annoyance. How was it that he of all people could be scolded at like a primary school aged child for being reckless. That wasn’t him, at least as far as he was concerned. In his own opinion, he was a strategist who wouldn’t be caught dead doing something he couldn’t justify being worth it in a sense of risk versus reward.

Mentally cursing himself to snap out of it, Christophe knew and had accepted that he shouldn’t have expected any other response, so he couldn’t understand why he wasn’t turning on his heel and heading for the door; instead, he was quiet for what was really only a couple of seconds but that felt like hours when it occurred to him that, as some kind of cherry on top of the situation, he swore he could feel a single tear threatening to show up: ‘over my dead body’ crossed his mind. Blinking it away, Christophe nodded, breaking his silence, “No, no, God cursed me with that talent. I can’t drink gin without going around wanting to hug people,” he scrunched up his nose in disgust as if he’d just admitted something, but Gregory knew all about that one already as Mole had ended up a sentimental mess who would go through a book’s worth of compliments if he got the hugs he wanted after a bottle of that stuff.

“I can’t handle gin,” he repeated, “I can’t run and think at the same time, which makes any situation I’ve gotten out of a fucking miracle because, oh, yeah, my coordination doesn’t extend to any situation above ground, so when I’m running I’m just looking at the ground, planning the next step. And God, ew,” sticking out his tongue, Christophe was aware that he was rambling, but he also knew that there was no way that he’d ever be able to explain himself over text instead without blowing up Gregory’s phone with a string of messages that was a million short messages long, “I always think I’m having a-” shaking his head, he wondered if Gregory was still close to sending Elizabeth after him, “shit, I mean my heart feels like it’s trying to train for the fucking world Olympics all the damn time. All the time! All the time, just from talking to-” leaving out the last word, he motioned a hand toward Gregory instead, the dark of the room doing nothing to hide the red tint across his cheeks.

Kenny’s ears had twitched mere moments before the arrow came pealing through. Honestly, it had been aimed at him, but he managed to dodge it thanks to his excellent hearing. He might have gotten more of a kick out of Gregory’s reaction if it weren’t for the simple fact he knew more arrows would be coming. He didn’t need to be hit by one to catch the glint of silver, either, and he growled.

“You’re a fucking moron, Greg.” He fled after the retriever nonetheless, hardly wanting to die today. Again, his ears swiveled in their spot upon his head, his lips peeling back to bare his teeth. “They’re chasing us.”

Kenny wasn’t amused. He patiently bore witness to Gregory’s ordeal without saying a single word, letting the blond drop to his knees in shame. Silently, he rolled his eyes, and then he was leaning forward to rest a gloved hand on Gregory’s slumped shoulder. “Yeah, you do. And now there’s puke on your shoes.” At least it hadn’t splattered all the way to his own boots.

He exhaled through his nose and gave Gregory a few vigorous whacks on the back of his shoulder. “C’mon. Get up- slowly. I know where we can go.”

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Kenny stared awkwardly off to the side for a few moments before heaving a sigh. “I’m gonna regret this....” he grumbled to himself. Yet, he returned to Gregory’s side, kneeling down beside him to wrap an arm around his shoulders. “Easy. Take a few breaths. I won’t leave you.”

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“Oh, so sorry, princess. Here.” Leaning over, Kenny tossed an arm around his fellow blond’s shoulders. He pressed an especially wet kiss to Gregory’s cheek before pulling away with a disinterested snort. “But me another beer and I’ll think about doing it again somewhere else.”