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Zeke thought of himself as someone who was easy to talk to and rather approachable. The looming tyrannosaurus, by nature of his size, bulging muscles and lack of wearing shirts usually got him a few looks here and there whenever he went out solo or with the people he very mildly considered friends -workout partners, he corrected-. But today, his world came crashing down just a bit more than he would have liked. The brutish dinosaur, by no way of his own volition, had gotten roped into one of those "dating apps" that people used now-a-days either for the occasional fling, or to meet the 'one'.

In all honesty, Zeke thought it was dumb as rocks. He barely used his phone -not because of his claws, he had a protective case-, but often preferred doing things in the old fashioned way; meeting people at bars, at the gym, in the streets. If someone wanted to talk to him, and by golly they did, they could just do it, they didn't need their phones. The only benefit the hulking mass of reptile got was the occasional gratification that came of taking photos of himself, only to find his torso and sheer mass too wide for the camera to get all in one shot.

He didn't know what exactly got into him, but he'd decided to try the app out, against his better judgment. With some luck, Zeke found a nice looking guy, local and a gym enthusiast. While he was a little small on the height, Zeke figured he may as well give it a shot. About a day later, the tyrannosaurus realized how...awkward he was. Coming from the country, the dinosaur didn't have much in common with some folks. The guy he'd met up with was an athletic looking doberman whose eyes went wide at the sight of the t-rex striding through the streets. At near nine feet tall and close to a ton of pure muscle, it was an understatement to say that Zeke made quite the appearance. He'd also arrived at their meeting spot, a nice little café, in nothing but his workout shorts and his duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

"You Alex?" The t-rex grunted as he approached the café. When he arrived, it was nothing short of terrifying for the Doberman. The canine swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded hesitantly.

"Yeah, that's me...Oh god, I thought you were just aiming the camera weirdly when I saw your photo, jesus..." Alex murmured.

Zeke raised a pierced eyebrow in confusion, but shrugged it off. Once they were seated outside for obvious, reptilian related reasons, the two tried hitting it off. Sadly, it didn't go off as much as Zeke expected. The Doberman was scared to bits since he'd first arrived. When they tried ordering drinks, he kept stammering and couldn't help but glance at Zeke's face. The T-Rex didn't have an ugly face by normal standards, but the jagged looking teeth, pierced eyebrow and intimidating yellow eyes didn't help his half naked appearance much.

All in all, it didn't take much for Alex to run at the slightest bit of provocation. When they'd gotten their drinks, Zeke snarled and his tail thumped to the ground, a fist hitting the table gently. Gently, in this case, was his fist not destroying the table like it was made of cards because he'd ordered his coffee black with a few sugars and they'd gotten his order wrong. Alex ran faster than Zeke had ever seen a man run. While the t-rex had gotten his order -and an apology given to the staff for the scene-, Zeke took his drink decided to mull around what went wrong.

They were talking nice the whole time, but other than gym talk and the fleeing, everything had gone wrong. As he took a sip of his coffee, a familiar voice rang through near him.

"Oi, oi, what's this? Ol' lizard here lookin' all stoic, something happen?"

When Zeke turned, his sour mood turned even moreso. Carter stood on the other side of the café entrance, the otter positively grinning with his arms crossed along his chest. The grey-furred otter was one of the few people Zeke considered a friend and a good spotter at the gym. For otters, he was almost unnaturally big and wide, but only a foot shorter and the hulking reptile. He was also dressed in a pair what looked like sweatpants and a tank top along with a backpack.

Carter was also the reason he was in this mess in the first place.

"This is all your fault..." Zeke snarled. He got up from his table, pointing a clawed digit at Carter's chest, which to the otter's credit, didn't flinch at all. In fact, he kept smiling brightly.

"Whatever do ya mean?" Carter replied in his happy tone.

The callous cheeriness was close to driving Zeke up the wall. He let out a snort of hot air before the T-rex realized where he was. He wasn't in the mood for causing another scene. Instead, the massive reptile simply waddled himself out of the outside café space and tugged Carter by the collar to follow him.

As they walked -or rather dragged- to the end of the block, Zeke explained his situation. True to Carter, he couldn't stop laughing.

"Oh man, that's rich! He just ran? I'm sorry, I really am, but this is gold here! I can't wait to tell-"

"You're not telling anyone else." Zeke rumbled again, lifting up Carter by his tank top which surprisingly didn't rip under his claws. "What you're going to do is help me. I'm not...good at this dating thing," the T-rex admitted with a scowl. He could sense that the otter was incredibly close to another quip, so he shook him for good measure. Zeke could feel some eyes of passer-bys on him since the two giants took up a good bit of the corner purely by existing. "Since you suggested it, you give me a hand."

"Fine, fine. Man, you'd think you were stuck in tar with the way you're beggin me to help." Carter grumbled to which Zeke let out another threatening snarl alongside a thump of his thick tail that dared to crumble the concrete. "Okay, okay, I'll help. Follow me, lizzy."

Once Zeke released him, the otter began making his way somewhere. Zeke was tempted to ask, but figured he'd get his answer when he got there. It took but a few minutes for Zeke to see what their destination was.

"The pool?" Zeke raised a brow.

"Well, I WAS coming here for a few daily laps, but I couldn't just ignore your plight." Carter smiled.

"What does coming to the pool have to do with me getting better at dating?" the T-rex questioned.

Carter waggled his finger and shook his head. 'Ahh, ahh. To be good at that, you gotta be good at chatting, and to be honest, my hunky looking friend, you have the conversational attitude of a brick along with the finesse of one."

Zeke merely snorted and rolled his eyes. "Sure."

Considering it was nearing the end of the summer, the public pool was still filled with folks swimming or relaxing about. After getting inside, Carter and Zeke stashed their clothes away, leaving Zeke wearing nothing but the same pair of trunks he had on and Carter with no shirt, but a very loud piece of clothing. The massive otter had but a watermelon colored pair of trunks on that hugged his broad waist, bulky, defined quads filling them to the brim alongside his other equipment down there. As they walked back to the pool, Carter pointed towards a spot with some folks lounging around there.

"Alright, time to observe. You go chill near there and watch nearby while the master does his work." Carter smiled. The otter took a moment to stretch his limbs a bit before swiftly diving into the pool with a splash, leaving Zeke to lumber around alone. The dinosaur was not the master of subtle, but he decided to do what he was told. He sat down near the edge of the pool where Carter suggested, his feet and tail soaking in the pool. While he sat there, he felt some eyes on him. One of them was a rather attractive looking tiger chatting u p his friends. He was pretty big, his orange striped fur was damp and he still had a good amount of definition and bulk for Zeke to glance more than once.

However, once the feline had looked at him for a moment, their attention was instantly stolen by Carter. The muscled otter crowned his way out of the pool near the group, his sights set on the feline. Zeke raised a brow in confusion, then mild surprise.

"Hey good-looking, how's about I climb out of this pool and into your bed?" Carter said, giving his usual smile as part of his lower torso was revealed from standing on the steps that led into the pool.

The muscled tiger rolled his eyes. "I've got company here, and you're making quite an ass of yourself, Mr. revealing shorts." The feline commented, bringing forth a snicker from his companions.

"Ahh, but what an ass I am..." Carter started before he realized what the second bit meant. In his few laps around the pool, his trunks clung to his waist and quads a lot more considerably than before. The biggest detail was the overly pronounced crotch and bulge from the loud pair of briefs that already commanded a lot of attention from the color scheme. "Ahh, my shorts are slipping off again, aren't they?"

"Yep." The tiger added. Despite the bulky feline trying not to stare, the color scheme and the hunky otter in front of him didn't let him spare a glance for a moment. Carter's grin simply turned from innocent to lecherous in under a millisecond, leaving Zeke dumbfounded.

"Don't act like you're not impressed." Carter snorted.

The tiger remained silent for a few moments before he simply left the pool, leaving his friends confused while Carter followed suit. The two of them went out of ear shot, but Zeke watched the whole thing unfold. The tiger scribbled something on a piece of paper and pen he'd found and passed it over to Carter to which the otter replied with an air kiss and a smile. It didn't take long for the tiger to walk off in another direction while Carter returned to him.

"You got his number?" Zeke blinked rapidly.

"Yup! While that's not gonna be as easy for you, my main advice here, if you took note, just be confident, don't let people get scared, and for the love of god, work your bod!" Carter exclaimed the last bit. Zeke stared at him before snorting in reply. He had a valid point there. He didn't need to make a show of it, but there it was. He wasn't terribly confident in his conversation skills, but Carter was quite frankly, an asshole in his opinion. If someone like him could flirt that well, what did he have to lose for initiating instead of waiting for people to come to him?

As Zeke looked around the pool, he found someone that grabbed his attention. A rather tubby gator had been looking around nervously, lifting up his glasses and pushing down his tank top that clearly didn't fit his poor doming stomach. He stared at Zeke every time he thought he wasn't looking directly at him. Carter seemed to notice it as well and merely patted his dinosaur friend on the leg before diving off back into the pool.

Zeke took a deep sigh and rose up from his space to slide himself into the pool. Since he lacked Carter's finesse of swimming, it took Zeke a bit to actually make his way over there without making it seem incredibly obvious. However, when he emerged from the water right in front of the bellied gator, all the attention was on him.

"Yo. Couldn't help but see you staring." Zeke rumbled lowly. The gator gulped, his eyes blinking rapidly as he adjusted his glasses. The massive mountain of dinosaur absolutely loomed over the poor guy. Water dripped from everywhere, making his black and yellow scales stand out that much more alongside his silver eyebrow and nipple piercings atop his jutting pecs. The gator was clearly focused on his arms and abs along with his Zeke's clinging trunks before he managed to work out a statement.

"Y-yeah, I'm sorry if you think it was rude, I just-" the gator started before Zeke shushed him. The dinosaur didn't think it was a good idea, but he put an hand the pool floor next to the gator, giving him a look at his bulging biceps up close.

"It's fine, don't worry about it. If anything, I just want to know if you like what you see?" Zeke asked. It was a stupid question, but the gator didn't seem to mind it. The poor gator nodded rapidly in response.

"Well...yeah. You're huge...really nice looking face, your friend too. I've actually been staring since you got here..." the gator trailed off, his gaze very clearly focused on the dripping pair of dinosaur pectorals in front of him. Zeke blinked in surprise.

"Really? Well, if you're that curious, how's about you get to know me then?" the T-Rex grumbled. He lifted up his arm, crossing them between his chest for a bit, leaving the gator dumbfounded for a moment.

"M-me? But, I don't work out or anything...you look like you go at all hours."

Zeke grimaced a bit and shrugged his shoulders. "Not_all_ the time. And it's mostly genetics, except these." He finished, flexing his arms as proof. Every bit of muscle contained in those titanic arms came to life as they flared and expanded outward, the peaks daring to soar past the T-rex's head. If the gator hadn't been close to fainting, he certainly was now.

"Geez...W-would you...wanna get a meal, or something? Maybe...something else later?" The bellied gator mumbled the last bit, but nothing got past the dinosaur, especially with someone so...emotive. The gator's face was damn near red from just being around him. If he wanted more...Zeke could only nod to which his tubby companion for the day smiled in half happiness, half shock. Zeke had no idea why the guy was so nervous, though. The massive gut had him looking rather cute, and once Zeke fully emerged from the pool, he found that the gator was damn near his height, just the complete reverse of him in build.

As they kept talking, Carter looked from afar from the depths of the pool with a happy grin and thumbs up towards Zeke's direction. With that chapter of today over and his Good Samaritan action done, he had some more, he had some more sinful things to attend to in room 314.