#i feel like the scenario is extremely obvious just from that opening LMFAOOOO...

[insecateur]

#i'm very tired rn but still willing to do this btw. except for the guzma one sorry guzma lovers/fuckers

i was gonna ask for the guzma one..... alas.

awo, then

I'M SORRY two people already asked for the guzma one and i don't want to reveal too much of it...

The first time Augustine had met Lysandre, one busy morning after he'd lingered at the threshold of the café, too nervous to enter, he'd seemed fairly innocuous, all things considered. Lysandre was tall – taller than some of the alphas Augustine knew – yet he didn't give off a particularly significant scent. He smelled average – a beta, then, Augustine had deduced. He'd chuckled to himself, thinking that, to betas, Lysandre probably passed for an alpha well enough if only through his impressive size, and then moved on to thinking about other things, like how well his pants fitted him, and how the fact that he was taking great care to keep as much of his skin as he could covered-up made him all the more tantalizing. Even for a beta, his scent was so perfectly neutral that, had he any reasons to be suspicious, Augustine would have wondered if it was on purpose. Diantha, he soon learned, had noticed it, too. They'd joked that maybe he hadn't presented yet, which would have explained the peculiar lack of smell – and was absolutely ridiculous. As far as Augustine could find, looking up information about him, the man was in his thirties. There were edge cases, sure, but at thirty, you could be pretty confident of your identity. Statistically, the chances that Lysandre was anything other than a beta with a strange smell were almost in the negatives.