Chapter 25 - They Love Spot, but he's Horrible at Mario Cart

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- Chapter 25 - Rainy Days = Mario Cart (Kart?) Plays -
Warnings: Most of this book is just fluff lol
Third Person POV

Race sat at his desk, Tucker in his lap, asleep.

Tucker was usually asleep.

Either that or being a Drama queen.

Race wished he could sleep all day, but that's not how it worked.

And his body refused to be anything other than energetic most of the day.

(Inspired by Stage (Author).
True, true.)

He was on a FaceTime call with Albert and Spot.

"I hate Snyder." Spot groans, banging his head on the table.

Albert hugs him.

Race nods, pursing his lips. "Most people do. He's horrible," he responds.

Spot nods.

Race looks out the window.

He heard chuckles from his doorway.

Immediately, all three boys recognized them.

"Hi, Hannah!" Albert and Spot greet in unison, waving.

Race turns the phone to face Hannah.

Hannah chuckles, waving back at them. "Why don't you go to their house, Antonio?" She asks him.

Race points to the window. "Rain." He answers.

Tucker whines, covering his ears.

He hated the rain.

Hannah chuckles. "Bring an umbrella." She responds, an obvious look on her face.

Race's eyes light up. "Right!" He exclaims, placing Tucker on the floor.

Tucker whines, flopping down onto the floor and covering his eyes with his paws.

Race snaps a picture of him through the FaceTime photo thing, amused by his dramatic puppy.

Hannah, Albert, and Spot chuckle.

"We'll leave the door unlocked." Spot tells Race. "Just come in anytime." He states.

Race nods. "See you guys in a few." He waves.

They hang up.

Hannah chuckles, picking up Tucker.

Tucker flops in her arms.

"If he was a human," Race starts, putting his sneakers on. "He'd complain that I was abandoning him."

Hannah chuckles. "You spend plenty of time with him," she responds. "He can be apart from you for a few hours."

Race nods.

"We still up for a movie night later?" Hannah asks her blonde haired foster son.

Race smiles, brushing his curls out of his face. "Yep." He answers.

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