#threads ft. grayson

[thecartersiblings]

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[txt >> unsaved number]: I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong number 😅

[txt >> unsaved number]: Unless… Were you at the bar earlier?

[txt >> mystery man from the bar(?)]: It wasn’t meant for me but i can listen. If you want. It might help. Maybe?

[txt >> mystery man from the bar(?)]: or you could just tell me your name. 🤔😊

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[xxxcallmescoutxxx]

Through the city bounded a little blur of white. Scout had so much running around to do now that she was a business owner. She loved it, don’t get her wrong; but she also loved being on site (and also naps, Scout loved a good siesta).

She didn’t have time for any of that though; not even enough time to always have her lunch date with Percy which Scout had always looked forward to — she loved that little chicken nugget. But she had no help at the moment, so she would survive.

She sped past a lump on the ground not far from her shopfront’s door, skidding to a stop and backpedaling. Her phone dropped from her mouth onto the sidewalk while she investigated.

Scout did everything from slapping the man’s face with a paw to jumping on him a couple times like a sleeping totoro but nothing seemed to wake him.

She scurried to her phone, tapping at the screen with two little paws.

[txt >> 💗 🍭sweet girl 🍭💗]: i think i found a dead guy outside the shop

[txt >> 💗 🍭sweet girl 🍭💗]: do i haveto deal w this or like will the city???

[txt >> 💗 🍭sweet girl 🍭💗]: o wait nvm hes movin

When Grayson opened his eyes it’d be in enough time to see a fox the size of a kid’s sized shoe box (if that) tapping away at the cracked screen of a smart phone. If that didn’t give her status as ‘not always a fox’ away the tastefully 2000s style half heart-necklace she wore might (Lizzie of course had the missing piece).

That or the fact that she started using text to speech to speak directly to him.

hey you. the slightly inhuman voice said, you can’t stay here.

A pause.

you out of work or something?

He looked fucked up. To make sure he was actively listening Scout whacked him on the forehead a couple times with a paw.

Blink once if you understand. Blink twice if you’ve fallen and you can’t get up. Para Español oprema dos.

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[xxxcallmescoutxxx]

Scout would have to be a fox for a little while (until she freed Lizzie and found her clothes again). But that was fine, she was happy being smol.

It was later in the afternoon, and the sun and heat were starting to exhaust her. She needed a snack and a nap and it looked like Grayson did too.

When the werewolf turned his head he’d see a little white fur ball on a penny board rolling towards him. She had a neon green lei wrapped multiple times around her little neck and two bags of chips in her mouth. She rolled to a stop beside him, dropping the chips into his lap.

Open for me?

She looked up at him expectantly, patting one of the chip bags with a paw. Task assigned, she shook the lei off, scurrying up his arm and shoulder so she could drop it over his head.

Festive!

She paused to sniff annoyingly at his ear and neck.

Hmmmm.

It was easy enough to slip back down, eyes narrowing at him.

You smell like politician.

Still, for a moment she was content, cronching on the chips Grayson had opened for her sat next to him.

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