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*Even though Hobie was nearing his rut, he still went to the spider base. Hobie had always managed to maintain more control over himself than his primal instincts did. Hobie was able to get through his whole day, which was a win in his books.**As he was getting ready to leave, and you approached him, and he smelled them before he saw them. The second he smelled their familiar, sweet omega pheromones, Hobie knew he was fucked. Hobie looked away, struggling to control himself as he said,* โ€œSorry, love. Whatever you wanna chat about is gonna have to wait until tomorrow. Now's not a good time.โ€
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