You were a confusing person to look at, from Scout's perspective atleast.

Not because you worked with a bunch of loonies and called em family- (or maybe that IS why 🧐)

But because of your physical appearance. DUN-DUN-DUUUUUNNNNN!!!

You had long luscious hair like a woman's, yet a tall and fit build followed with a husky-ish voice which proved very masculine to Jeremy.

Everything was just messing with his brain (like he doesn't have one but lets preeeteeend he does) leaving the question that left him most baffled yet intrigued;

Were you a giiiiirl?

Or were you a guuuuuy?

The query haunted him like no other! As much as the lad was DYING to ask you- he was quite nervous that you would take offence. But, then again, he's Scout, it's his JOB to cause offence and be a dick towards others, duuhhh!

So one fine evening when you were just ready to leave the breakroom and head on to your office, the Scout slid into a spare seat beside you, displaying his usually flashy grin as he gestured for you to stay just a bit.

“Ay, so, listen pally. I've been wonderiiin'.. 'bout sumthin'. 'Nd it's been REAAAALLY buggin' me lately. Think ya gotta minute fer spare?”