Video - Day 398

[teenyoda]

[Hey, Asgard. Have a Stiles popping up on the screen, grinning a bit wider than usual.]

Okay, normally I'm not all cute kittens and cuddly fluffy things or talking baby talk to animals, because that's kind of dumb -- except when Rachel does it and then it's oddly endearing.

[He looks like he's actually trying to rationalize why that's a thing for a second, but it's only a second before he's back to paying attention to the screen again.]

Anyway, yeah, well, fluffy advocate or not, I figured there might be some people who'd find this amusing and maybe a little entertaining.

[The screen shifts, showing the center of what is Stiles' bedroom. There's a wolf cub sitting there, looking up at him with its little tail wagging. The screen shifts a little to show the bed, Hale sitting there looking up at him as well, giving a tiny chirp. After about three seconds, Stiles yells, "KAMIKAZEE!" and Hale screeches, jumping from the bed onto the cub -- who happens to be jumping for the dragon at the same time.

There's a tussle of fur and scales, wings flapping and yips, growls, chirps, and squawks sounding before the cub stands, pinning the dragon down by his wings and tipping her head up, giving a tiny little baby howl in victory before flopping down on top of her defeated foe.

A wing curled over the cub and they both just sort of cuddled up, little huffs and sounds leaving them like they were having some kind of private conversation.

The screen went back to Stiles.]

Okay, I'm secure in my masculinity and all that, but come on... how adorable was that?

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[doggedly]

Enjoy it while it lasts, mate, 'cos I think you get a few months of adorable before it all goes a bit more claw and fang-y.

That is a dragon, isn't it? Where the hell did you find a dragon?

[teenyoda]

Less find, more given. My girlfriend drew him for me. He's not going to get much bigger, so there's probably less chance of claws and fangs getting too big to handle. Besides, they like each other well enough. It'll keep them from going at each other for real when they grow up.

[If they were even around here still when that happened.]

[doggedly]

She drew him, and she made him permanently tiny while she was at it? That's awfully specific, isn't it. Why not draw him without claws and fangs in the first place?

[teenyoda]

And what if something comes at him and he needs to swipe at it? That's like declawing your cats, bro. Kind of cruel. He also sort of, you know, needs his teeth to eat.

[doggedly]

Obviously she'd just draw 'em on again. If she's that clever with pens and ink, she ought to be able to get him new teeth in no time. Or teeth that are even larger, should the situation call for it.

[teenyoda]

You know that makes literally no sense, right? That's now how the drawing thing works. You can't just draw on stuff and take it off. And hypothetically saying that did work? Is he supposed to be around her twenty-four/seven on the off chance he gets attacked? So she can do what? Step in the middle of a fight and be all 'No, wait, hold on. Let me draw him some fangs'?

No.

[doggedly]

All right, keep your hair on. How would I know how the drawing thing works, as it's not mine. You can't pretend as if these abilities actually make some logical sense. For all I know, your girlfriend could draw a new dragon any time she got bored with this one.

Which, before you overreact to that as well, I'm not saying she would. The one you've got is perfectly... [not sure about using this word] adorable. For a dragon.

[teenyoda]

[He was about to reply to the boredom thing when the guy put on that little addendum. And he had no idea why this weirdo guy was getting under his skin so much.]

He's great. And he hates emus as much as I do.

[Which was a new thing, thanks Steven.]

[doggedly]

He hates emus. And he's had a lot of opportunities to express this hatred of emus, or were you telling me that so I'd see him as more adorable... or less.

Actually-- [He squints, thoughtfully.] I've never been much of an emu lover myself. Can't say the same for everyone here, apparently. There's those that have married themselves to their emu. It's a weird, weird thing that I can't wait to tell everyone I know about.

[snape and an emu, sitting in a tree, etc.]

[teenyoda]

Everyone has their quirks. Emu-hating is his.

And people that like emus that much need to just... stop. And reevaluate their life choices. And maybe wear something other than black.

[doggedly]

[A pause. That is a very coincidental description...]

Right. And we wouldn't happen to both be referring to Snape, would we.

[teenyoda]

[Oh, good. He knows him too. With Stiles' luck, he'd be a nephew or something.]

Yes, we would.

[The rest of that would wait until he found out if he was going to make a new enemy by going off about him.]

[doggedly]

[oh my god GROSS don't even bracket suggest something so disgusting as relation]

Well, we can't expect too much of old Sniv. After all, he's gone his whole life being an unfortunate black-wearing weirdo with questionable predilections and preferences. Only stands to reason that he'd have grown creepier in his old age.

Uglier, too, which I didn't think possible, but he apparently strove to disprove me. And I mean, emus, really? What the hell is that about.

[teenyoda]

I know, right? And he brings the stupid thing into a restaurant and then gets pissy when it gets singed for trying to suggest my face is part of the menu.

[doggedly]

--Hang on, are you saying you set his emu on fire?

[teenyoda]

Singed. I singed his emu.

And maybe his robes.

[doggedly]

You're joking.

You singed Snape's robes and didn't immediately tell everyone you'd done it? Come on, mate, that's the sort of thing that you spread around! The world ought to know! And then you add the fact that you singed his emu as well--Merlin, you're owed a handshake, at least. A drink. All of the above.

[teenyoda]

Not exactly a proud moment, not to mention he almost wouldn't let me in school because of it. Which was totally his fault in the first place. Who brings a giant face-pecking bird into a restaurant. Jerk.

[doggedly]

It ought to have been a proud moment. Hell, I'm proud of you, and I don't even know you.

[teenyoda]

Well, I didn't feel so bad later when I got to 'know' him, because he's a dick.

[doggedly]

That's putting it lightly. He's famous for being a dick, where we're from. They've written poems about it. The whole look-it-up-in-the-dictionary, picture-of-his-face thing? It's actually true.

[teenyoda]

I'm not surprised. He reminds me of a teacher I used to have. Total smug dick.

[doggedly]

Ah, there's one in every universe. Loads in mine, actually, but he's the worst of them. You didn't actually sign up for his school, did you?

[teenyoda]

Yeah, I did. Not for math and all that, I get enough of that crap back home, but come on, how often am I going to get a chance to learn how to make potions and do magic?

[doggedly]

Except neither of those things work, here. It's all these new abilities. Unless one of the gods gave you the gift of potions?