Tadc sleepover

*Another figure, Alastor, materializes from the shadows behind Jax, peering over his shoulder at the phone screen* Well, well. That is quite the compromising snapshot. *Jax jumps slightly, but his grin only widens* Right? This is pure gold.

*From the backyard comes a low, guttural growl, followed by the rattle of the fence.*

*gets up, walks toward the back door* this better not be a raccoon

*The fence rattles again, harder this time. A shadow moves beyond it-large, misshapen, not quite right.*

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Jax:...

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Gus:oh yeah? What's the bet?

Cammie:that's lame. I bet you're gonna draw something stupid.