#smartiing

[text] ....[text] ask me if I care?[text] so sleep whatever you’ve been drinking off, Lyds

Scott panted softly as he slowed to a walk on the treadmill, looking over at the redhead. “What do you mean I should take it easy? This is normal for me. Why’d you come in here anyway, Lydia?”

Void hasn’t been seen around much since he’d struck the deal with Scott McCall: his aid in protecting Beacon Hills and its residents (which was little more than simply not interfering with them at all), in return for his continued existence in a vessel that was something other than a small fly in a box buried in the ground. It’s common knowledge Scott meets with him at least once a month to discuss what he’s seen around the area and to make sure he’s upholding his end of the bargain, but they always meet at the Animal Clinic, declared a neutral ground of sorts. He’s inconsistent with the direction he goes when he leaves however, so pinpointing where he’s holed up is a bit trickier than it would seem. Fortunately, hikers have mentioned seeing a white fox in a certain stretch of wood, however, that could be nothing more than Void’s current territorial claim and sure enough his presence, the feeling of paranoia and disorient that is so uniquely him just hangs around his chosen territory. It’s a surprise the pack hasn’t figured him out already. “Hey, Little Red. Miss me?” His voice comes from up above, particularly, a low hanging tree branch, where a familiar white fox is sprawled between a pair of well placed branches, his tail swaying lazily as he follows the young banshee with his eyes. 

Giggles poured out of Allison untamed, and she dropped to her knees on the carpet, holding her stomach. “Lydia.. I love you.. but how are you so uncoordinated?” The redhead scowled down at her and started to stomp off, but Allison wrapped her arms around the other girls legs and pressed a soft kiss to her hip in apology. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s adorable. You’re adorable. Come on, let’s try again.”