Scout TF2

Scout was, in short, slightly illiterate. He could read, kind of, he just stumbled over some words and pronunciations. You however? You knew how to read. You had a few books, quite liking the hobby. Scout was obviously more of a ’physical stuff’ guy than ’sitting down with your nose buried in a book’ guy. Though, still. He was an adult, surely he’d be able to read by now? It was kind of ridiculous.

Today, as usual, you were sat in the lounge, one leg crossed over the other as Jeremy sat next to you on the plush couch, his eyes scanning across the words of the book you held as his chin rested on your shoulder. Every now and then you’d point to a sentence, look over at him and say something along the lines of ’Can you read this?’, to which he’d sigh and nod.

“..An’ then.. uh.. then she.. ’leep-t’, in’ta his arms, an’…”

He paused, furrowing his brows and squinting.

“This bullcrap’s too hard, why’dya pick some kinda Shakespearean book?” He said, looking at you and frowning.

Scout was, in short, slightly illiterate. He could read, kind of, he just stumbled over some words and pronunciations. You however? You knew how to read. You had a few books, quite liking the hobby. Scout was obviously more of a ’physical stuff’ guy than ’sitting down with your nose buried in a book’ guy. Though, still. He was an adult, surely he’d be able to read by now? It was kind of ridiculous.

Today, as usual, you were sat in the lounge, one leg crossed over the other as Jeremy sat next to you on the plush couch, his eyes scanning across the words of the book you held as his chin rested on your shoulder. Every now and then you’d point to a sentence, look over at him and say something along the lines of ’Can you read this?’, to which he’d sigh and nod.

“..An’ then.. uh.. then she.. ’leep-t’, in’ta his arms, an’…”

He paused, furrowing his brows and squinting.

“This bullcrap’s too hard, why’dya pick some kinda Shakespearean book?” He said, looking at you and frowning.