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[not_his_best]

Who: Alpha and M'stra
Where: A Thai Restaurant
When: Noon; Sunday
Warnings: Uhh, apart from the creation of a very destructive partnership? None. ^^
Summary: Alpha meets his pre-determined Omega.
Format: Para/quick-para

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[martianmonster]

She'd have picked him out of a crowd in a second, nothing could quiet that cacophony of his brain to a telepath of M'stra's sensitivity and skill. She strode up the sidewalk toward him, her heeled shoes clicking, smiling as his eyes flicked over to her, then helplessly up and down her. Good to know she hadn't whipped up such a form-fitting dress for nothing. Bright red had always suited her.

"Alpha, how nice to see you here first." She purred, reaching out to touch his cheek. She stood a few inches taller than him in her heels but that suited her just fine.

[martianmonster]

"Well, such a question surely begs an answer. You find her and I'll do what I can to deal with her, Alpha. Sorting out her weak little human mind should be of no consequence. Memory snatchers don't tend to fare well against telepaths."

She raised her glass, nodding toward him. "Alright then, I would say we have an arrangement don't we? A toast then. To our success."

[not_his_best]

Alpha smirked. Oh, he loved the way M'stra's mind worked. Then again, he loved every part of her. It was actually safe to say that he was in love with her. He dreamt of the day when he would make a goddess to stand by his side, little did he realize that she didn't have to be made. And as a matter of fact, she could never stand by his side...but only above. As she proposed the toast, he lifted his glass to clink hers.

"To your success and my aid in such. I will never be the one to take the glory from your accomplishments, my Omega..."