Claws (mxm)

Small Paws

Nudging his glasses a little further up his nose... for the fifth time, Mina tried the calculus problem he was having trouble with again. He wasn't very good at it, but he did manage to get through the homework with a lot of extra studying. 

Thank god Mr. Del lets me work on my college stuff while here. He thought as he finally figured out the answer to the problem he'd been pondering for at least twenty minutes, then continued onto the next. 

Two people had come in during his evening shift so far, and while one was courteous and simply asked how he was doing and then was retrieved by someone from the back area, the other person had stared at him far too closely for comfort. 

He, too, had been taken back after a few moments of waiting, but for some reason Mina still felt awkward. Unfortunately, that wasn't the last person to do such a thing. 

His next couple of days came with a mix of people. There was rarely more than one person waiting with him in the lobby, and they never stayed for long. The number of people who paid him a little too much attention, however, seemed to be increasing. 

It was never with words, but their eyes, they always seemed aggressively hungry when they stared at him. 

Growling, Del threw the three folders back on his desk and pursed his lips tightly. 

"This is getting ridiculous." He said as Buck leaned back in his chair with the two approved folders out of the five for the day's requests. 

"He's a human! Yes, he looks like a decent hunt, but why is he attracting so many requests? It doesn't make any sense." He said as he opened one of the folders, offering nearly two-hundred thousand, for the chance to kill his new fake receptionist. 

Buck gave a half smile and ran a hand quickly through his short hair. "I have to say, he does have a sort of draw. Even I sometimes want to pin him down, but you are right, this is getting out of hand. A normal human should not have such an effect on shifters, no matter their looks of demeanor." 

Del sighed and shook his head, putting the folder back on his desk before pressing his fingers to his forehead. 

"You know what, I'm going to go sit with him for a while. There is something going on that we have clearly missed." He said, getting up abruptly and stalking around the desk. 

Buck stood, too, but waited for Del to pass him before following. 

"I'll bring you down some dinner." He said, getting an immediate head shake from Del.

"It wasn't optional." Buck said, stepping up beside him and nudging him with his shoulder before stepping into the elevator beside the one Del was taking. 

He grumbled at the deer shifter, but the guy never listened. It wasn't worth it. Mina would probably eat whatever Buck brought down, anyway. 

Pressing the button to descend, Del slipped his hands into his pockets and waited, then stepped out as it chimed once arriving on the first floor. 

The new receptionist was actually greeting one of their guests who was arriving a little early for her hunt. It was rare to get females who wanted to kill, but when they did, they could get even more aggressive than the males. 

"Good evening, madam." Del said as he walked over, offering his hand with a smile. 

She was a high-up banker. He couldn't really say which she worked for, but the woman's pockets were loaded, and she had one hell of a grudge toward a certain person they had waiting for her to tear apart.