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Deans Odd Encounter Sr Freya 240806
Under the barely lit pre-dawn sky of Haven, where mists brought coolness along with lurking monsters, Dean found himself at a seemingly deserted gas station, filling his bike with gasoline. The tranquility of the scene was shattered by the appearance of a witch, enraged by the pollution vehicles like Dean's contribute to the environment. With a flick of her arthritic fingers, she cursed Dean, transforming him into a tiny, fluffy, and decidedly pink squirrel. Struggling to adapt to his new form amidst the gasoline puddles, Dean's human belongings lay scattered and soaked on the ground, a silent testament to his former self. The witch, amused by her own cruelty, told Dean that only true love's kiss could reverse his condition, leaving him in a desperate and vulnerable state as she vanished into thin air.
Joshua, another patron of the gas station, witnessed the aftermath of this enchantment. Initially unconcerned and intent on simply refueling his car, he found himself drawn into the bizarre scenario by the sight of Dean, now a squirrel, attempting to communicate through a series of angry chitters and frantic movements. Despite Dean's efforts to use his phone, the lack of reception thwarted any chance of calling for help. Joshua, piecing together the night's events, took it upon himself to collect Dean's belongings, including the phone which Dean had ineffectually tried to operate. Amidst this chaos, the gas attendant, fed up with the station's unexplained mysteries, quit his job, leaving Joshua and the transformed Dean to navigate the surreal situation as the sun began to rise, painting the sky orange and pink, a stark contrast to the dark magic that had unfolded.
(Dean's odd encounter(SRFreya):SRFreya)
[Mon Aug 5 2024]
In the gas pumps
Two pumps, each outfitted with a pair of nozzles, rest on the median
between two lanes. Cars can move up and park beside the pumps to use the
wipe down the windows of a car. A trash can sits in between the pumps for
people to empty their cars while they wait. The gas choices available here
seem to be regular, unleaded, and super, with added diesel pump to the side.
gas. Each of the stations has its own squeegee sponge washer in fluid, to
It is before dawn, about 73F(22C) degrees, There is a new moon.
(Your target has been hexed and transformed into an animal against their will. Unable to turn back they need to try to find allies who can understand their problem and find a way to undo the curse.
)
The new moon is barely visible in the night sky. Just the tiniest sliver that had grown on the third night of the new moon, it hung in the sky in a crescent over the sleepy town of Haven. In the east, the sky was just starting to brighten, the first rays of light spilling over the sky in shades of gold. It lights up the top of the college dome as well as the cross at the top of the church, lighting them up as if they were made of gold. The summer was still notoriously hot however in the past few nights with the light of the new moon not lighting up the town - the mists have been raging throughout the town. Some people called it a blessing. Some a curse as with the mists came the coolness of the night, taking away all the heat but with the mists... the predators were also out in force. Monsters roamed the mists, making their way through the sleepy town as they followed the trail of the mists. Things with teeth, fangs and claws stalked people, talons scrambling around corners as they stalked their prey. Screams that never went very far is engulfed by the all consuming mists and people ran for the safety of the college in droves, piling into the emergency department to stare outside the windows with wide eyes as they waited for their claw and bite marks to be treated.
The mists had barely faded of the gas station that Dean has pulled up into. There was no one else in sight. A single crashed motorbike graced the power pole closest to the dimly lit station. Mayhaps someone had been lured by the giant 'Cheap gas' sign that shone like a pillar in the night, perhaps high enough to be seem through the mists. Or maybe they were just on their way home when they got distracted by something at the corner of their eye. Nevertheless it looks like they probably had difficulty walking away from the scene given the amount of blood pooled underneath the wrecked pile of the bike.
Dean's nose can smell the blood though even though the stench of the gas that puddles on the floor underneath him. Droplets of gas litter the floor. The last person who had refueled clearly hasn't been particularly careful and probably hadn't been smoking otherwise he would've gone up in flames. Dean, standing there, listening to the click of the machine as his prepaid gas filled may or may have sensed the eyes that were on him.
Eyes that stared out from the edge of the gas station where the trees line the side of the road. A pair of green eyes, staring out from behind a bush. There is a rustle and a woman walks out of the trees. Dressed in green, the only way to explain how she looks is.. a witch. Long ruffled skirts reach down towards the ground and a pointed black witches hat sits on her head. Fingers, likely affected by rheumatoid arthritis curl as she points at Dean. "Polluting filth." She snarls as she raises a finger at him, "Using that disgusting thing. Polluting our forests!" There is a cackle as the witch's finger shakes, "Now you'll get to feel how our animals feel."
Dean at first doesn't feel anything as the woman's hand continues to shake but suddenly his vision changes.... Things feel different.. And he feels himself shrinking, shrinking. The gas pump falls down from his bike, spilling more gasoline on the ground before the lack of the button being pressed down halts the machine automatically. At the same time, Dean finds himself in a pile of his own clothes, which is rapidly being soaked in the gasoline that he had spilled on the way down.
If he tried to move... he would find a large bushy tail, tiny ears and the sideways eyes of a prey. He was a squirrel. A very cute, very fluffy squirrel. With a whole two teeth that can probably chew through nuts and not much more.
Over in the booth that holds all the snacks and chips, the gas attendant swears as he looks up through the glass. "Not fucking again!!!" He grumbles as he picks up the phone, "There's another abandoned bike!! What the fuck is wrong with people! I quit!" He yells into the phone to his manager before making his way angrily out of the gas station, locking it up behind him along with all the tasty treats inside.
Dean is a PINK coloured squirrel. If he cared to look down.
Joshua drives his car into the gas station, parking near the free pump. The utilitarian (polluting, filthy, disgusting) purpose for his presence here is evident, and he seems unaware of anything else going on in the gas station as he steps out of the car. He sees, however, the gas attendant locking up, and calls out, shouting "hey! if the station closing?" He does need to refuel.
The gas attendant waves at Joshua towards the pumps, "Use the prepay feature!" He yells as he turns the key, "I quit! This place is fucking haunted!!" He gestures towards the empty bike and the pile of gasoline soaked clothes that once was Dean. Meanwhile... the old lady was still standing there, her green eyes that seem to almost glow looking at Joshua now with a slanty, narrowed look.
One second, he was lazily filling his bike with gas. Another, Dean was being targeted by a decrepit old woman with better stuff to do with her life. Before he can even protest, call out to the treeline leading behind the gas station, he finds his voice gone. He's not there - Dean as a person is all gone, reduced to a fluffy pink thing that stands stock still like a prey would in gasoline soaked clothes. The shift in the perception doesn't inherently seem like it does anything to deter him - but the act? That results in a wobbly squirrel that takes a few stumbling, crawling steps out of the pile he was reduced to, shake his fur and tail of the droplets clinging to him, and then flip up and onto his bike. Climbs the headlamp, and starts to outright chatter in the direction of the green-eyed b- witch.
Joshua rolls his eyes a bit at the mention of the place being haunted, glances at the abandoned bike and the pile of clothes - unaware of how freshly abandoned those clothes are, and then just shrugs a bit, and walks towards the side of his car to open the little door to the gas deposit chamber. He does so a bit distractedly, as he also sees a women in green nearby, and then he notices another movement, somethning... furry and pink, Dean climbing the headlamp.
There is a smirk on the witches face as she makes her way slowly towards Dean's bike and the chittering squirrel, "Maybe this will learn ya. All ya filth that pollute our forests.." Her finger waves at Joshua and starts shaking as if he too, would turn into a squirrel... but alas all her magical powers seemed used up. There is a long sigh as she turns back to Dean the pink and pokes him on his little squirrel nose. "True love's kiss will turn ya back. If ya even has something like that in your life." She cackles softly as she tucks her hands into the sleeves of her long green dress, "Maybe you'll find a disney princess to fall in love with you." She seems to find it hilarious as she cackles and turns away .. disappearing in a literal puff of smoke.
Except, Dean is not exactly a slouch, or the most peaceloving of squirrels. While the woman's bony fingers reach for his face, he leaps off of the bike to clutch onto said finger, give her little, if at all any, room to do her misty trick of disappearing because a very feral and loud pink squirrel goes straight for the jugular. Claws are wielded with monstrous dexterity -- for something so small, so are his fangs in how he clutches on for dear life and tries to burrow a hole with his teeth straight down the woman's caratoid artery.
The woman despite looking old and rickety - isn't either. Her hand easily knocks Dean to the ground, stunning him for a moment as he makes that death defying leap off of the front of the bike. Good thing he doesn't have enough body mass to hurt himself as he falls into .. yet another puddle of gasoline. His pink fur is almost black by now and starting to stick together, all gooey like, making it hard for him to move. The old woman disappears in her puff of smoke.
Joshua overhears - and that makes him freeze, finally suspecting of what has transpired around here... or at least about the nature of the squirrel he sees near the bike and pile of clothes. He frowns, further as the woman turns into smoke, which sets the 'crazy lady' option aside. He hesitates, then sighs. He would rarely be called a 'good samaritan', but... Closing the gas compartiment without filling his tank, Joshua decides to approach the scene - unaware how successful or not was the squirrel in actually biting the woman before she disappeared. He aims not to the animal but to the clothes left behind - maybe there's an ID in there, a phone.. something?
Meanwhile Dean simply rolls around in that puddle, scrambles up to hobble on and starts to clean his fur with his palms. They're drawn in over his head to squeeze out the putrid gasoline, flicked off to the ground with small paws that return to do the same thing - brushing himself in a way only a roided out tree rodent could - but there is no mistaking the outright rabid drool and continous chitter chatter that can only be a series of expletives spoken on whatever tongue squirrels do.
A pile of Dean's clothing is set next to Dean's bike -a ferocious, black and red 2024 Indian Scout that had it's gas compartment still open. The gas nozzle itself was swinging gently in the breeze, almost touching the ground but not quite, droplets of oil still dripping from the tip. The clothing consits of black trousers that had been slightly stained by oil before - and now completely stained by gasoline, some jewelry including a fancy wristwatch and some rings, as well as a black sidesatchel. There is a shirt that seemed to have survived most of the oil and if Joshua were to uncrumble it he would see a fantastic picture of some werewolves howling infront of the backdrop of a full moon. The sun starts to crest the horizon in the meanwhile, painting the sky brilliant shades of orange and pink. Too bad squirrels are colourblind and so too is Dean, being able to only tell red and green from other colours but not even able to tell red or green from each other.
Squirrels are also extremely blood thirsty - but it doesn't deter Dean from holding back. Some amount, at least. His eyes are drawn to the sound of ruffling, the search of Joshua, and he starts t o hop forward. Bushy tail waving in every continued chatter - until a palm, a tiny paw, is set over on the of his clothes. Little green eyes all doey stare up at Joshua, before the explosive return of vaguely expletive-y chatter returns in what may be a growl and a glare that sound just squirrely. He hops on over into the pile, starts to rifle around for a phone that he tugs up, as big as him, to hug it and start slamming a paw down on its screen. It gets stained by oil, but squirrel paws aren't touch-screen sensitive. It fail to boot up. No dice to it, he starts to nibble at the edge and tries to use all of his paws to get the back cover of it off.
Joshua doesn't really care for the bike or oil or the gas station's state - but he does care about his own safety, more or less - and so he does the bare minimum to settle the bike and stop the oil spill in order to keep the scene for growing hazardous. But then he's reaching for the satchel, jeans and shirt - searching pockets and then carrying what he found a few steps further away from the bike, just in case. He did not pay much attention to the jewelry, despite it possibly having distinctive symbols, and instead tries to find a phone, a wallet with cards (hopefully including some ID), something to help him identify Dean - and more importantly, their friends, family or whatever. He sees the picture of the wolves but they mean nothing to him - he does check for any inscription that might be on the back, just in case.
Actually phones ARE sensitive to squirrel touches. Because they're sensitive to anything with static electricity. Unfortunately Dean's pawprint does not match his fingerprint and the phone locks him out for 2 minutes for attempting to smack it too many times. The phone weighs almost as much as Dean does though, so while he gnaws on the edge of the backcover, it doesn't really budge toooo far given it's nest of his clothes that it's resting in. Meanwhile the smell of gas fills Dean's poor squirrel nostrils and guess what you can get high sniffing gas so Dean the squirrel is probably starting to get QUITE high at that moment. Joshua can clearly see the squirrel gnawing on the case of the phone as he searches through all the rest of the clothes..
Joshua focus on the rest of the things first, not wanting to try to fight for Dean's phone as the high and vicious squirrel fights and bites the device. But he does say "if you ruin that thing, it will be harder for me to figure out who you are..."
The chitter chatter grows louder - and is that slurring in Dean's tone? He's feverishly clawing and biting, and trying to get past the metal case to no avail. This is one cooked up, high as a kite squirrel right now that can't even swear properly, because after every third syllable esque sound, is a long sound of drifting snores. Only interrupted by a high pitches sounds up at Joshua - and a monumental shove of the phone to drop it flat on its face on the ground. His paw lifts, poins at it with a tiny, clawed, pink finger - then up - at Joshua, another chitter chatter, and Dean falls face first to plant on thee ground in that same pose, twitching.
The poor squirrel's tail twitches some as he faceplants giving Joshua open access to the phone which is flat on it's face on the ground. Unfortunately there's no reception out here because the mists made some reception towers fry out though...
Joshua, another patron of the gas station, witnessed the aftermath of this enchantment. Initially unconcerned and intent on simply refueling his car, he found himself drawn into the bizarre scenario by the sight of Dean, now a squirrel, attempting to communicate through a series of angry chitters and frantic movements. Despite Dean's efforts to use his phone, the lack of reception thwarted any chance of calling for help. Joshua, piecing together the night's events, took it upon himself to collect Dean's belongings, including the phone which Dean had ineffectually tried to operate. Amidst this chaos, the gas attendant, fed up with the station's unexplained mysteries, quit his job, leaving Joshua and the transformed Dean to navigate the surreal situation as the sun began to rise, painting the sky orange and pink, a stark contrast to the dark magic that had unfolded.
(Dean's odd encounter(SRFreya):SRFreya)
[Mon Aug 5 2024]
In the gas pumps
Two pumps, each outfitted with a pair of nozzles, rest on the median
between two lanes. Cars can move up and park beside the pumps to use the
wipe down the windows of a car. A trash can sits in between the pumps for
people to empty their cars while they wait. The gas choices available here
seem to be regular, unleaded, and super, with added diesel pump to the side.
gas. Each of the stations has its own squeegee sponge washer in fluid, to
It is before dawn, about 73F(22C) degrees, There is a new moon.
(Your target has been hexed and transformed into an animal against their will. Unable to turn back they need to try to find allies who can understand their problem and find a way to undo the curse.
)
The new moon is barely visible in the night sky. Just the tiniest sliver that had grown on the third night of the new moon, it hung in the sky in a crescent over the sleepy town of Haven. In the east, the sky was just starting to brighten, the first rays of light spilling over the sky in shades of gold. It lights up the top of the college dome as well as the cross at the top of the church, lighting them up as if they were made of gold. The summer was still notoriously hot however in the past few nights with the light of the new moon not lighting up the town - the mists have been raging throughout the town. Some people called it a blessing. Some a curse as with the mists came the coolness of the night, taking away all the heat but with the mists... the predators were also out in force. Monsters roamed the mists, making their way through the sleepy town as they followed the trail of the mists. Things with teeth, fangs and claws stalked people, talons scrambling around corners as they stalked their prey. Screams that never went very far is engulfed by the all consuming mists and people ran for the safety of the college in droves, piling into the emergency department to stare outside the windows with wide eyes as they waited for their claw and bite marks to be treated.
The mists had barely faded of the gas station that Dean has pulled up into. There was no one else in sight. A single crashed motorbike graced the power pole closest to the dimly lit station. Mayhaps someone had been lured by the giant 'Cheap gas' sign that shone like a pillar in the night, perhaps high enough to be seem through the mists. Or maybe they were just on their way home when they got distracted by something at the corner of their eye. Nevertheless it looks like they probably had difficulty walking away from the scene given the amount of blood pooled underneath the wrecked pile of the bike.
Dean's nose can smell the blood though even though the stench of the gas that puddles on the floor underneath him. Droplets of gas litter the floor. The last person who had refueled clearly hasn't been particularly careful and probably hadn't been smoking otherwise he would've gone up in flames. Dean, standing there, listening to the click of the machine as his prepaid gas filled may or may have sensed the eyes that were on him.
Eyes that stared out from the edge of the gas station where the trees line the side of the road. A pair of green eyes, staring out from behind a bush. There is a rustle and a woman walks out of the trees. Dressed in green, the only way to explain how she looks is.. a witch. Long ruffled skirts reach down towards the ground and a pointed black witches hat sits on her head. Fingers, likely affected by rheumatoid arthritis curl as she points at Dean. "Polluting filth." She snarls as she raises a finger at him, "Using that disgusting thing. Polluting our forests!" There is a cackle as the witch's finger shakes, "Now you'll get to feel how our animals feel."
Dean at first doesn't feel anything as the woman's hand continues to shake but suddenly his vision changes.... Things feel different.. And he feels himself shrinking, shrinking. The gas pump falls down from his bike, spilling more gasoline on the ground before the lack of the button being pressed down halts the machine automatically. At the same time, Dean finds himself in a pile of his own clothes, which is rapidly being soaked in the gasoline that he had spilled on the way down.
If he tried to move... he would find a large bushy tail, tiny ears and the sideways eyes of a prey. He was a squirrel. A very cute, very fluffy squirrel. With a whole two teeth that can probably chew through nuts and not much more.
Over in the booth that holds all the snacks and chips, the gas attendant swears as he looks up through the glass. "Not fucking again!!!" He grumbles as he picks up the phone, "There's another abandoned bike!! What the fuck is wrong with people! I quit!" He yells into the phone to his manager before making his way angrily out of the gas station, locking it up behind him along with all the tasty treats inside.
Dean is a PINK coloured squirrel. If he cared to look down.
Joshua drives his car into the gas station, parking near the free pump. The utilitarian (polluting, filthy, disgusting) purpose for his presence here is evident, and he seems unaware of anything else going on in the gas station as he steps out of the car. He sees, however, the gas attendant locking up, and calls out, shouting "hey! if the station closing?" He does need to refuel.
The gas attendant waves at Joshua towards the pumps, "Use the prepay feature!" He yells as he turns the key, "I quit! This place is fucking haunted!!" He gestures towards the empty bike and the pile of gasoline soaked clothes that once was Dean. Meanwhile... the old lady was still standing there, her green eyes that seem to almost glow looking at Joshua now with a slanty, narrowed look.
One second, he was lazily filling his bike with gas. Another, Dean was being targeted by a decrepit old woman with better stuff to do with her life. Before he can even protest, call out to the treeline leading behind the gas station, he finds his voice gone. He's not there - Dean as a person is all gone, reduced to a fluffy pink thing that stands stock still like a prey would in gasoline soaked clothes. The shift in the perception doesn't inherently seem like it does anything to deter him - but the act? That results in a wobbly squirrel that takes a few stumbling, crawling steps out of the pile he was reduced to, shake his fur and tail of the droplets clinging to him, and then flip up and onto his bike. Climbs the headlamp, and starts to outright chatter in the direction of the green-eyed b- witch.
Joshua rolls his eyes a bit at the mention of the place being haunted, glances at the abandoned bike and the pile of clothes - unaware of how freshly abandoned those clothes are, and then just shrugs a bit, and walks towards the side of his car to open the little door to the gas deposit chamber. He does so a bit distractedly, as he also sees a women in green nearby, and then he notices another movement, somethning... furry and pink, Dean climbing the headlamp.
There is a smirk on the witches face as she makes her way slowly towards Dean's bike and the chittering squirrel, "Maybe this will learn ya. All ya filth that pollute our forests.." Her finger waves at Joshua and starts shaking as if he too, would turn into a squirrel... but alas all her magical powers seemed used up. There is a long sigh as she turns back to Dean the pink and pokes him on his little squirrel nose. "True love's kiss will turn ya back. If ya even has something like that in your life." She cackles softly as she tucks her hands into the sleeves of her long green dress, "Maybe you'll find a disney princess to fall in love with you." She seems to find it hilarious as she cackles and turns away .. disappearing in a literal puff of smoke.
Except, Dean is not exactly a slouch, or the most peaceloving of squirrels. While the woman's bony fingers reach for his face, he leaps off of the bike to clutch onto said finger, give her little, if at all any, room to do her misty trick of disappearing because a very feral and loud pink squirrel goes straight for the jugular. Claws are wielded with monstrous dexterity -- for something so small, so are his fangs in how he clutches on for dear life and tries to burrow a hole with his teeth straight down the woman's caratoid artery.
The woman despite looking old and rickety - isn't either. Her hand easily knocks Dean to the ground, stunning him for a moment as he makes that death defying leap off of the front of the bike. Good thing he doesn't have enough body mass to hurt himself as he falls into .. yet another puddle of gasoline. His pink fur is almost black by now and starting to stick together, all gooey like, making it hard for him to move. The old woman disappears in her puff of smoke.
Joshua overhears - and that makes him freeze, finally suspecting of what has transpired around here... or at least about the nature of the squirrel he sees near the bike and pile of clothes. He frowns, further as the woman turns into smoke, which sets the 'crazy lady' option aside. He hesitates, then sighs. He would rarely be called a 'good samaritan', but... Closing the gas compartiment without filling his tank, Joshua decides to approach the scene - unaware how successful or not was the squirrel in actually biting the woman before she disappeared. He aims not to the animal but to the clothes left behind - maybe there's an ID in there, a phone.. something?
Meanwhile Dean simply rolls around in that puddle, scrambles up to hobble on and starts to clean his fur with his palms. They're drawn in over his head to squeeze out the putrid gasoline, flicked off to the ground with small paws that return to do the same thing - brushing himself in a way only a roided out tree rodent could - but there is no mistaking the outright rabid drool and continous chitter chatter that can only be a series of expletives spoken on whatever tongue squirrels do.
A pile of Dean's clothing is set next to Dean's bike -a ferocious, black and red 2024 Indian Scout that had it's gas compartment still open. The gas nozzle itself was swinging gently in the breeze, almost touching the ground but not quite, droplets of oil still dripping from the tip. The clothing consits of black trousers that had been slightly stained by oil before - and now completely stained by gasoline, some jewelry including a fancy wristwatch and some rings, as well as a black sidesatchel. There is a shirt that seemed to have survived most of the oil and if Joshua were to uncrumble it he would see a fantastic picture of some werewolves howling infront of the backdrop of a full moon. The sun starts to crest the horizon in the meanwhile, painting the sky brilliant shades of orange and pink. Too bad squirrels are colourblind and so too is Dean, being able to only tell red and green from other colours but not even able to tell red or green from each other.
Squirrels are also extremely blood thirsty - but it doesn't deter Dean from holding back. Some amount, at least. His eyes are drawn to the sound of ruffling, the search of Joshua, and he starts t o hop forward. Bushy tail waving in every continued chatter - until a palm, a tiny paw, is set over on the of his clothes. Little green eyes all doey stare up at Joshua, before the explosive return of vaguely expletive-y chatter returns in what may be a growl and a glare that sound just squirrely. He hops on over into the pile, starts to rifle around for a phone that he tugs up, as big as him, to hug it and start slamming a paw down on its screen. It gets stained by oil, but squirrel paws aren't touch-screen sensitive. It fail to boot up. No dice to it, he starts to nibble at the edge and tries to use all of his paws to get the back cover of it off.
Joshua doesn't really care for the bike or oil or the gas station's state - but he does care about his own safety, more or less - and so he does the bare minimum to settle the bike and stop the oil spill in order to keep the scene for growing hazardous. But then he's reaching for the satchel, jeans and shirt - searching pockets and then carrying what he found a few steps further away from the bike, just in case. He did not pay much attention to the jewelry, despite it possibly having distinctive symbols, and instead tries to find a phone, a wallet with cards (hopefully including some ID), something to help him identify Dean - and more importantly, their friends, family or whatever. He sees the picture of the wolves but they mean nothing to him - he does check for any inscription that might be on the back, just in case.
Actually phones ARE sensitive to squirrel touches. Because they're sensitive to anything with static electricity. Unfortunately Dean's pawprint does not match his fingerprint and the phone locks him out for 2 minutes for attempting to smack it too many times. The phone weighs almost as much as Dean does though, so while he gnaws on the edge of the backcover, it doesn't really budge toooo far given it's nest of his clothes that it's resting in. Meanwhile the smell of gas fills Dean's poor squirrel nostrils and guess what you can get high sniffing gas so Dean the squirrel is probably starting to get QUITE high at that moment. Joshua can clearly see the squirrel gnawing on the case of the phone as he searches through all the rest of the clothes..
Joshua focus on the rest of the things first, not wanting to try to fight for Dean's phone as the high and vicious squirrel fights and bites the device. But he does say "if you ruin that thing, it will be harder for me to figure out who you are..."
The chitter chatter grows louder - and is that slurring in Dean's tone? He's feverishly clawing and biting, and trying to get past the metal case to no avail. This is one cooked up, high as a kite squirrel right now that can't even swear properly, because after every third syllable esque sound, is a long sound of drifting snores. Only interrupted by a high pitches sounds up at Joshua - and a monumental shove of the phone to drop it flat on its face on the ground. His paw lifts, poins at it with a tiny, clawed, pink finger - then up - at Joshua, another chitter chatter, and Dean falls face first to plant on thee ground in that same pose, twitching.
The poor squirrel's tail twitches some as he faceplants giving Joshua open access to the phone which is flat on it's face on the ground. Unfortunately there's no reception out here because the mists made some reception towers fry out though...