[ELLIOT AUSTIN SCOTT]

July 2023 • outfit • ADAM TANNER SCOTT

Elliot had been in his kitchen, waiting for the kettle to scream bloody murder at him to signal that the water was ready for his tea. It had been a long day at work, between costumers and a needy private client who had hired him to design something, yet they wouldn't leave him alone to let him do his thing. It had been beyond aggravating for him. At least now, he was in his own home, and had some peace and quiet. The man was content to know that the next few hours would just be him, his cup of tea, and the television or a nice book. Until, his phone rang, right when the kettle also started spouting its nonesenes.

A great heaving sigh escaped Elliot, "Now what?" He muttered to himself, glancing at the number to see 'Mom' pop up on the screen. Even worse. He cut the heat to the kettle and moved it away from the heat and answered, "Hi Mom," he said, listening to her request. A frown set on Elliot's lips, "Tanner's an adult. He doesn't need me to babysit him while his Mom is out on a date or something." It was wrong thing to say, as the man held the phone away while his mother lectured him. When she seemed done, he finally brought the receiver back to his lips, "Fine fine, but I'm stopping by to grab whatever food you and Dad cooked up."

With that, he left his kettle and tea bag, grabbing his wallet and keys before heading out the door. Elliot headed to his parents house to grab his, and perhahps Tanner's, dinner from his parents. Everything neatly packed up for two adult men of his dad's Alabama cooking before heading over to his cousin's house. From the outside, everything looked fine and from the lack of other cars and flashing lights, Elliot assumed there were no wild parties to be had. Walking up to the door now, he knocked on the door and waited. There was a sound, certain it was Binky, before the door opened. Elliot saw Tanner, and merely held up the bag of food, "Apparently my parents think you can't handle being alone so I brought food for us to eat."

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[ADAM TANNER SCOTT]

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The danger of adventure is worth a thousand days of ease and comfort. ― Paulo Coelho

Tanner had been enjoying the night at home, which landed him a long phone call with Eva. It was happening a bit more recently now, their communication. It had gotten to the point that even his mom was teasing him. Tanner could say the same thing about her and his…boss. Maybe Kas didn’t think that he witnessed it, but there was always this small smile that crept on his face when Tanner’s mom walked in.

After Eva was whisked away by her brother to prep dinner, Tanner turned on the TV – looking forward to vegging a bit before cooking anything for himself. His mom was still at work, something he was getting used to. She had been getting a lot of side gigs lately since summer brought her the business of it all.

As he was mulling over dinner, Tanner heard the door. Binky went off, hobbling on her bad leg to the door. Despite not being able to possibly save anyone, her bark was still a bit vicious if she wanted it to be. Tanner looked at his phone and saw it was his uncle, which made him pick up his pace.

He opened it and saw the big bag of food in Uncle’s hands. “Oh, hey, Uncle Elliot! Is that so, eh? Well, I guess good timing. I was about to heat up some leftovers. Mum’s finishing up a build a few blocks over. Riverstone shower floors...are a thing, I guess?” He let his uncle in, before locking the door behind him.

Tanner walked into the kitchen. “Should we lie and say you were with me all night?” The young man joked.

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[ELLIOT AUSTIN SCOTT]

July 2023 • outfit • ADAM TANNER SCOTT

"Leftovers?" He asked now, scrunching his face, "Those can wait. I bargained heavily for this food." When his nephew moved to the side to let him in, Elliot didn't even blink and stepped into the house, making sure to avoid the small dog who had just minutes earlier had been convinced she had been the three headed dog of the underworld. The man wasn't surprised to hear that Tempe had actually been on a handy job verses a date like his mom likely had hoped she had been on, "Ah yeah, they are. Another trend I am sure will be dead in a month or two."

Its not that Elliot didn't mind people getting creative with their houses or were wanting to do something unique, it was just annoying to deal with the sudden influx of eagerness at the store. And eagerness had never been an attitude that Elliot handled very well, especially early in the morning, "Your mom is becoming quite popular, huh?" Another thing that the man didn't mind, it was good to see that Tempe was feeling bold enough to go out on her own now and put work into something that she had truly been passionate about rather than just being a maid. Yeah, it cut into his own freelance work, but Elliot saw it as a minor blessing. While homes were nice and all, Elliot tended to lean more towards horse barns, tack sheds, and elaborate chicken coops rather than humans.

He followed Tanner into the kitchen now and set the bag on the table, cracking a wry smile at his nephew's joke, "I'm sure your mother wouldn't care if I left you alone, but if your grandma found out, she'd have my hide and...I rather keep it." It suddenly also occurred to Elliot in this kitchen that he hadn't exactly been the best about keeping up with Tanner's life either, "What have you been up to anyways? I haven't exacty been Uncle of the Year with keeping tabs on you except for family dinners."

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Tanner couldn't help but snort at his uncles retort. There was a hard line between how he and his mom were like, personality wise, as well as interests. Of course, they both had the ability to do what each other did - but Elliot often did his best to avoid any and all home improvement questions. Well, from what Tanner witnessed.

“I guess so?” He replied, closing the door behind his uncle. “Or Grandpa is stoo tired to do it himself.” Which wasn't a full lie either. Grandpa was getting up in age and wasn't able to do all the heavy lifting like he used to. “It does feel weird though, not having her home as much. But the hotel seems to be okay with her taking more building work on.”

Binky tapped over, still a small thing - but a lot bigger than she was when Tanner first got her. She sniffed around and panted before Tanner sent her off with a rope toy. “Well, we could out run her..” The joke could've been seen as a bit horrid, but if she heard it - she'd laugh. “I'm doing okay. Working at the pet shop is really nice! All the animals are fun. But I think I prefer the customers of the hardware store sometimes. Both are just as bad…but I can point to a sign about nuts and bolts, versus someone questioning me about a breed of cat!”

Tanner grabbed some plates and silverware. “So, what'd grandma forced upon you? And what about you? Any new projects for you?”

[ELLIOT AUSTIN SCOTT]

July 2023 • outfit • ADAM TANNER SCOTT

Elliot arched his eyebrow at his nephew's snort, but didn't make a comment about. He knew what it was about, and the man wouldn't deny that between him and his cousin - he was the lazier one when it came to helping out. Elliot had his reasons, but that didn't mean he was going to go off load them onto his twenty year Tanner 'just because'. Stepping over and into the threshold of the house now, Elliot could hear the quick pattering of paws. It wouldn't be long before he would be greeted by what felt like the world's smallest aussie shepherd, "Ah yeah. Dad's been hitting me with hints too about his age," he said nonchallantly, watching Binky huff at his shoes "Sorry to hear that's she's gone more now - I'm sure she rather be here with you. With all the freelance she's getting, she might not need the hotel for much longer."

Bending down, he allowed the little puppy to sniff his hands now, and once he passed inspection, gave her a nice scratch behind the ear. Honestly, Elliot could have sworn that Binky fit in the palm of his hands. Once done, he pushed himself back up. Just as well as Tanner expertly distracted his dog with a rope toy now, sending her skittering off in a tiny tornado of fluff and nails, "I can't even imagine pet parents or people looking to become pet parents. You might be onto something that the hardware store." Elliot commented now, before adding on wrly, "That or Grandpa and Grandma are more lax about you talking to the young people who stop by to visit you there." He gave a light clap on Tanner's shoulder with his hand as the end of his comment before following him into the kitchen.

Putting the bag of food on the counter now, Elliot just leaned his hip into the island, blue eyes watching his nephew pull out the needed plates and silver wear, "Grandma just likes to boss me around. And well, she's your grandmother, so you are her surrogate child and she thinks you still need looking after while your mom's been more busy." There was no doubt in his mind that Phoebe Scott would never see any of them as more than children in her eyes until the day she dies, "And I've been doing some work. Helped out a lady friend over at one of the barns. John Ryan has me drafting up a new breeding barn as an anniversary gift for his wife. Boring stuff for you, really." He dug around in the bag now, the tupperware still warm as he popped the lid open, allowing the scent of fried dough and fresh meat into the air, "Best food in town."

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