Scout in the Renault House
Scout had gone over to the Renault house with intentions of shaking Pierre up, do a little checking up, and had hoped her brother Chip was going to be involved, but low, she found the house devoid of her big bro. She knew it would be because she’d crossed Chip’s path on the way out. The discussion she had with him didn’t change her mind. She still set course for the house with Esmeralda and Agnes in it. Clopin’s family. Their family. She was still going in.
Her plans however had markedly changed. What she found wasn’t what she expected at night either. Empty bedrooms. The twins had ended up in Bastien’s room which left both room completely open to Scout.
She rifled through Pierre’s room first. She would end up in a pair of his boxers, Agnes’s robe, and a pair of his slippers. Her jeans, silken panties, bra, and band tee were left in his garbage can because she had no intentions of changing back. She put her hair up in a Pierre-manbun and drew on a pedo-stache and some stubble on her chin with a pen. She engrossed herself in his room playing the part of Pierre for awhile. What was it like to be Pierre? She picked up his phone and being the shit she was read through his messages easily getting passed locks. She scrolled through his pictures.
She smoked his weed from his own bong and spent much of the evening reading his laptop through her tablet, hooking one up to the other. She looked at his grades from school as she spritz his cologne and lit his incense.
She made lists of his brands, his sizes, anything commonly, colors he seemed to like. She even dared to text Seven in the middle of the night who actually came right over looking for a fuck when all she wrote was “I want you now.” So this was what it was like to be Pierre. Seven of course was shocked to find Scout in his room and not Pierre. He would laugh at her stache and could tell what she was doing. He’d even tell her it wasn’t a bad impression. Seven however was not going to stick around and be in the middle of this so he left rather quickly after Scout shared a few hits on the bong first. He would have texted Pierre to warn him, but that clearly wasn’t going to work when she had his phone. He also wasn’t going to go snooping around the Renault house himself. He just made Scout promise she hadn’t hurt him or buried him alive anywhere just in case before he felt safe leaving. Considering his relationship with the Laveaus he stepped out. He didn’t know how else to warn Pierre without knowing where he was and involved he did not want to be.
She would take a lot of photos of herself on his phone. He took a lot of selfies so she had to do it too. She’d take over exaggerated duck face and serious model poses on his bed, sitting on his dresser, standing in his mirror with that robe open exposing the skin between her breasts. What Seven did not know was she got a picture of his ass as he was climbing out the window.
She texted a few random girls the cheesiest lines she could possibly think of and every girl that actually texted back acted like it was the sweetest thing ever no matter how lame they were. She shook her head at every text to come in.
She texted Zero.
Pierre: Do you and Victor fuck? Zero: Not lately Pierre: did Victor bring Frank back? Zero: I thought you didn’t want to hear this shit? Why all the Vic ?’s Pierre: I just worry about you Pup Zero: I know. That’s why you’re my everything care guy. I love you for it. I promise. I’m good here. Pierre: Good. Night Zero
Scout wanted answers to rumors she got them right through Pierre’s phone. Who knew? She would not delete one text. She put one up of herself with that manbun and stach on his Instagram. It would have so many hits by morning. Some comments would be on Scout’s hotness, others would be laughter at how the impression of Pierre was dead on. It was back and forth.
So, by the time Pierre would ever get back to his room his clothes had been worn, taken, technology invaded, bed rumpled and slept in like Goldilocks, weed smoked, but there would be left a little note.
Sorry I missed you. It would have been fun. Don’t worry. I made myself at home. You have less dick pics than I thought Your sac’s about the same size as your Dad’s though.
The Lizard Queen
She’d lay it right on top of Piper’s hourglass.
Then she’d move along to Agnes’s room where there was honestly less to rifle though, less interesting that is. She came across Chip’s go bag, but she left it where it was. She wouldn’t want to ruin any sort of tactical plans he had. But, it would be there that she fell asleep on Agnes’s big bed with Dug.
“Did she ditch you boy? Come here. Upsie daisy.”
That is how Agnes or whoever walked in the room first would find a Scout dressed as Pierre with a tangible-formed mutant-hellhound sleeping in her bed come morning. Not to mention the twins would wake up in a bed with a cursed-hunchback form of Bastien having grown so thick that his body would be pushing the twins near the edges of the bed. They’d be lucky if they didn’t fall off as their morning alarm clock to wake up. But, Bastien for once would be sound asleep.