So @lethargicprofessor requested another part of the werewolf!mccree story. So here’s the next installment, featuring Lucio!
McCree is mentioned but he’ll show up in the next one I promise
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It was almost three weeks before you saw any sign of McCree again.
And by “any sign”, that meant someone brought him up to you. At random. Someone you didn’t even know.
You were grocery shopping, staring at the wall of food stuffs in front of you, forgetting what you were staring at and stepping into your Space Cadet boots. Someone tapped your shoulder, making you jump. The man in question waved his hands and jumped back.
“Woah! I’m sorry to scare ya!” he exclaimed. His dreads bobbed into his eyes, knocking against the green tinted sunglasses he still wore. “I thought ya heard me approach!”
“No, I uh….I didn’t,” you stuttered. You took a step back and gripped your basket. “Can I help you with something?”
He asked what your name was, which only raised your suspicions about him. He gave you an apologetic smile and stepped back even more, far out of arms reach. “My name is Lúcio. I’m a friend of McCree’s.”
You couldn’t help the groan that escaped your mouth. He laughed. “I don’t want to talk about him,” you said, picking a box of food off the shelves in front of you. You started to walk down the aisle, Lúcio following close behind you. “Are all you…furry creatures things—” wow because that sounded much better than saying werewolves out loud, “Hard of hearing or something? Because I’m pretty sure I said I didn’t want to talk about him.”
“I’m not like McCree. Or Reyes,” Lúcio said. He followed you around the corner and down the cookie aisle. Looking around, he stepped close and whispered, “I’m something better.”
“If you say you’re a vampire I swear to God I will beat you with a pack of Oreos,” you deadpanned. He snorted.
“No. That’s the old man. Hilarious, too. Did you know that the whole undead thing comes with sensors not being able to detect you? Automatic doors are a pain, he has to wait for someone else to walk past for him to get inside some places. It’s kinda funny.”
You stared at him with the blankest stare you could muster as he talked. Slowly, his words died out. He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Do I look like a supernatural safe haven to you?” you said with as much enthusiasm as your Oreo comment.
“Well…I mean Reyes kinda came clean with ya and if that cara trusts you than I guess I can?” he offered. You rolled your eyes and continued down the aisle, dumping the Oreos into your basket. He followed you.
“Do you all talk to each other?”
“Kinda. Not too many people like us in the area.”
“So you are like Jesse.” You turned to him, swinging a bag of Milano cookies in his direction. Lúcio laughed.
“No, I’m not,” he said. He looked around the aisle again. “I’m Nencatacoa,” he said, puffing his chest slightly.
He immediately deflated. “Wow. That hurts a little. But that’s okay. Guess I’m not well known around these parts,” he said with a shrug. He continued to follow you as you weaved through the aisles, keeping a slow pace. He babbled about the work that past incarnations of Nencatacoa had done, how they had helped people. You had to admit, you were impressed with his work. Lúcio often volunteered with flood and hurricane relief projects across both North and South America. He was in town to visit a few friends and had gotten a call from McCree.
You stopped and turned to him at the name. “What does he want?” you asked.
Lúcio grinned. “Well, he wanted to know if he could come by and see you sometime.”
“Uh….Well probably because he likes you? I dunno, I was just told to come and ask you,” he admitted. He shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “What can I tell him?”
“You can tell him that if he wants to ask me to hang out or anything, he can ask me himself,” you replied, a tight smile spreading across your face, “He’s a big boy.”
Lúcio gave you a quick salute and turned towards the door. “Will do, boneca. See you around,” he sang. You stared after him in confusion.
“And tell the rest of your supernatural weirdo friends that I’m not their confidant!!”
