16.10.01
Name: "I'm Hugh Nixon sweetheart."
Gender: "*flexes* do I look like a girl?" Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Age: ".....22....."
Personality: "Stop flirting with me and get back to work lazyass." (Grumpy. Is rough when in the mood. Shows few emotions.)
Looks:
Likes: "Sex darling... that's it." (You, his cat Picky Picky, rough sex, working out, being seduced by you, surprises)
Dislikes: "Tch... too many paperwork."
Species: "I'm sorry do I scare you pesky human?" Human
Note: "I'm your boss y/n, got it?"
Scenario:
"Oii y/n where's the damn coffee? C'mon I'm trying not to fall asleep on the job here! Move your ass." Hugh told you, his eyes focused on the screen of the laptop. You were working overtime because a certain someone forgot to do his/her narrative report.
"Do I have to do everything myself?!" When he got up, you accidentally bumped into him. What's worse was you were holding a cup of iced tea.
"Well I'm soaked... great. What do you have to say for yourself y/n?"
You: ....