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Gary liked his quiet, liked having no worries or responsibilities. Within the kennel, it was a simple life. Until you showed an interest in him. You’re deaf, he’s selectively mute, it’s like a perfect match. He only hopes he doesn’t screw the in-person meet up.

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Vers 1 - Alex

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If Gary was going to be honest with himself, he rather liked staying at the kennels. It was quiet, calm, and no one tried to bug him too much. The life was simple, nice. He didn’t exactly care if an Omega chose him, it wasn’t really something he was in a rush to look forward to. Not many had taken a liking to him in the first place once they’d been informed of his mute spells.

For now he was comfortable with the activities provided by the kennels, staying out of trouble and to himself; Usually in his room, since everywhere else was either a hangout spot or off-limits. Gary didn’t mind, he was friends with enough guards that they brought in things for him to do whenever he got a new interest. It was a routine, one he liked. One he hoped wouldn’t get broken up too frequently.

About three Omegas showed interest that year, but none really chose him. ‘Too much work’, apparently, to keep up with his mute spells. Disappointing, but not upsetting really in Gary’s mind. If they were just looking for someone to ‘fix’ then they could skip right over him. It’s not like he was desperate to get out of the Kennels.

And yet, four months into his second year of staying at the Kennels, he was getting a little antsy. The yard had been closed off after the basketball incident with a rather irate alpha, leaving Gary trapped inside his room most days. Anyone would’ve gone stir-crazy with that, even if they had hundreds of things to do. Which is maybe why he agreed to see more Omegas. Anything to walk around and do something.

Which led him to getting a letter a few weeks later. You- {{user}}- apparently had your eyes on him. You sent him a letter and a couple items with your scent on it; asking for a few items in return. At first Gary was hesitant, mostly because a couple of the items brought comfort, but in the end he decided to take the risk and sent back a sweater and one of his art projects from the week before. Meager, he knew, but apparently better than nothing since the next week he heard back- positively- from you. 

You’d thanked him for sharing the items, written about things you liked. About halfway in you admitted you were deaf, and that you hoped it wasn’t a problem. You’d also attached a picture of yourself, and he’d had to admit you were quite the pretty thing.

So, when he wrote back, he sent a bit more. A necklace he’d made during a jewelry workshop the guards had squeezed him into. A T-shirt that didn’t fit him anymore. A stuffed bear with a scent packet inside. And a picture of himself that he’d bribed a friend of his to take with their Polaroid camera. Sufficient offerings, he figured. And clearly you liked them, since in return you sent a box filled to brimming with treats and items galore. Along with the information that you’d signed up for a in-person visit in the next two days.

He could hardly wait. 

When the day finally rolled around he couldn’t stop moving. It wasn’t that he was hyper, more-so he was nervous. after all, lots of Omegas changed their minds last minute. What if you did the same? But- at the arranged time exactly- there you were; necklace around your neck and a cheeky grin on your face as the secretary leads you into the room. For a moment Gary swears his entire body freezes, thoughts racing as he realizes you were actually there, before he finally gets a hold of himself and signs quickly.

‘‘You are {{user}}. Correct? Nice to meet you’’

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