Duckshots!

Squirrel! (José & Reader)

The Legend of the Three Caballeros
José & Reader
Gender Neutral!Reader
Taxed!Reader
Ficlet
Angsty Fluff

18 + Contact:
Smoking

I hugged my knees and the roof tiles under me creaked in protest. The guys were still up, but I had told them I was going to bed. It had been a long day, and I just needed time to decompress. Sometime Panchito feeding José commentary and Donald's hair pin trigger was too much.

A gust of wind swept through the trees, and sun had long since disappeared. I shivered and decided to head in. I shifted my weight and the patio door swung open with an agonizing creek. I froze. There was a long sigh and whoosh of a lighter.

Great. José was down there. No way I was getting away without talking to the upbeat parrot. He was a great guy, but I wasn't in the mood. Maybe I could just stay here, I thought.

I eased back into the warm spot I had made on the shingles. My foot knocked some nuts loose, and they rolled down the roof. They jumped over the gutter and landed next to José on the patio. He looked up at the trees.

"Hello little squirrels. You sharing your nuts with me today?" he asked.

I had never heard him speak so softly. It was sweet and cute. He crouched down. I leaned up to see what he was doing. He cracked a nut open and ate it in one movement. I was shocked and my hand slid a whole host of nuts towards him.

"Oi," he yelped as they hit him in the head. "Did I make you angry? My apologies, esquilos."

I laughed softly, but he heard me. He stood and spun to face me. Instead of speaking, he took a drag of his cigar.

"Do the squirrels talk back?" I asked.

"Some times," he shrugged like he was serious. "I thought you went to bed."

"Couldn't sleep," I lied.

"Is something wrong?" Here was this conversation. The one has been trying to avoid.

"No," I said, sliding off the roof.

He hummed but didn't press anymore. I blinked. I had expected more pestering like normal, but he stared at the yard and took another puff of smoke. I turned to see what he was looking at, but there was only grass and trees.

"Why are you out here?" I asked.

"Cigar," he answered and offered at the same time.

"You smoke in the house," I noted, confused.

However, I took it and breathed in the smoke. It wasn't like a cigarette. It was smoother and richer, but still left me with the need to cough. I handed it back. He chuckled a little.

"Then I'm out here for the company." I looked at him. He said he didn't know I was out here. "The squirrels."

I made 'oh' face.

"Friends of yours?" He nodded. I started to laugh, but I could tell he was serious.

"Yes," he hummed. "They are rather good listeners and they keep to themselves most of the time."

"I guess they are."

"Why are you out here?" he finally asked.

I looked at him and smiled. "The squirrels."

Word Count: 538

Portuguese:
esquilos - squirrels