𝟎𝟐𝟖 | playing detective

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✯¸.•'*¨'*•✿found my spark✿•*'¨*'•.¸✯

☆━━━"I GOT EYES ON THE Tyler Perry wanna be," I lowly stated, ducking my head as I lifted my hand to my ear to adjust the tiny com wedged inside, "Over,"

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☆━━━"I GOT EYES ON THE Tyler Perry wanna be," I lowly stated, ducking my head as I lifted my hand to my ear to adjust the tiny com wedged inside, "Over,"

      A sigh came through on the other end and I smirked at the annoyance I could feel from the simple sound.

      "Tink, how many times do I have to tell you, he looks nothing like Tyler Perry!"

      I had my face downcast to the bar I was sitting at, fingers rubbing the crystal glass that held a golden liquid as I shrugged. "Come on Ape, the man looks just like him! he's got the laugh and everything...I wonder how he'd look in a Madea outfit...?" I sat back in my seat, reaching up to scratch at the itchy wig on my head as I thought it over, "I mean, today is Halloween, maybe he'd—"

      "Grayson, focus,"

      "Ooou, the government name." I giggled under my breath, "You must be serious."

      I could tell my sister was done with my shit by the way the reporter huffed once more. "Stop messing around, and call Don,"

      Jeez, she really needs to get laid. Doing as she said, I pulled out my earbuds and placed one in my other ear before pulling out my phone and dialing the number that was practically tattooed to my memory. The phone rang only once and I blinked, surprised by how fast my genius friend could answer.

      "Grayson, hey,"

      "Hey Doomster," I said softly, leaning back in my seat, trying to seem nonchalant. I opened my mouth to speak again, but was cut off.

      "Is that Hotcakes?!" *shuffling sounds* "Hey babes! Stoked for tonight, we got—OUCH! What the heck, Don?! I wasn't going to tell her anything!"

      My lips twitched into a smile at the sound of Mikey groaning in pain, knowing well enough that the youngest had just been zapped by Donnie. I cleared my throat before speaking again, "Don, I'm at Grand Central Station with April – we are staking out Baxter Stockman,"

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