"Black Jaguar"
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Stryder Sweetman.
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Chapter 7
I'm sure Blake didn't mean to set the pack house on fire, it just kind of happened.
We were all hanging out in the pool out the back, watching Tristan trying to wrap his head around his new companion, or rather, watching his companion wrap himself around Tristan's head.
"Blake, what are you- stop it, I can't- Blake!" Tristan complained.
Xavier was throwing peanuts at Tristan's head as Blake attempted to catch them all in his mouth. The little chameleon's superiority complex had led him to make a few more bets than he could handle.
His determined expression as he swallowed peanut after peanut was endearing, but the situation wasn't- Tristan was allergic to peanuts.
"It's kind of like a fatal trust exercise," Jason commented, wrapping his arms around my torso as we sat, curled up on a pool chair together.
Willow sat several metres away from Jeremy, occasionally shooting him hateful glares. I wonder what that's about. I pondered in my head.
Apparently it wasn't a serious enough situation for Libeth, because she remained in the back of my head, sleeping.
"Alright, you win!" Xavier laughed, "You've got game, Blake."
He proudly observed the chameleon on Tristan's head as he dropped his front 2 legs down into a bowing position. When he stood back upright he shot a look at us all which can only be described as a smirk.
I clapped from my spot, grinning at the obvious bulge in Blake's gut. "I bet you'll throw up!" I called out.
Ok, so I was the one encouraging Blake to take on a lot of bets, but the chameleon wasn't complaining!
Tristan cursed, "You'd better not throw up on me, Blake!"
Blake scowled down at Tristan, digging his feet into his scalp as Tristan hissed in pain. Blake seemed to be accepting the challenge.
Morte swooped down from a window in the pack house, holding a pack of sausages. She was followed by Ani, who was clinging to a gigantic brown owl- Nixon's Primary Shift.
Ani was trying to grab the sausages back as Morte performed evasive manoeuvres.
"What are you doing?" Jason was perplexed, he spoke Morte's answer aloud, "Hot dogs. Right."
The confusion didn't lift from anyone's faces after Jason's cryptic statement.
Finally, Morte settled down, landing on Jason’s shoulder and dropping the cold sausages on his lap. Nixon swiftly landed next to him; shifting back and helping Ani get down from her piggy-back position.
"She took my hot dogs!" Nixon whimpered, before softly whispering, "I was gonna eat those."
Willow snorted, "And why was Ani helping you chase her down?"
Ani answered that one, "Morte started flapping around the room, keeping them out of reach, and so I started helping Nixon. He's my mate, I wanted to help." she got that gooey look in her eye and leaned up to give Nixon a big smooch.
"PDA!" Tristan groaned, covering his eyes before flopping down onto a chair.
"I want a soda!" Xavier complained, mimicking Tristan's voice as he fell into the pool.
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