audio; five full moons

[mccallmemaybe]

[ People in Hel may have noticed a room without a door... well, there is a door, but it's where it shouldn't be: on the floor. That would be Derek's fault. Yes, Derek's.

...Okay, maybe 10% Derek's fault, 90% Scott's. ]

Uh... does anyone know how to fix doors? I kinda - maybe - accidentally made someone kick my friend's door down... [ there's nothing accidental about what happened ] ... and now I need to put it back as soon as possible.

[ There's also a noticeable dent in it, but maybe Scott can cover it up with a poster or something. Make it look pretty. ]

Whoever fixes it... gets a puppy from my pet store! [ That sounds reasonable to Scott. ] But only if you take good care of it. [ Because a puppy is not just for Christmas, it's for... however long you stay in Asgard. ]

By the way, if anyone's looking for a job, let me know. I could do with more help at my store. [ His staff keeps getting sent home. ]

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[teenyoda]

[That's what he thought. Bitch]

Expand a little, Scott. Reach beyond your means. Come on. Go find some dragons and sell them. So I can have one.

[mccallmemaybe]

Tell you what. You find me dragons to pay me back for those drinks I bought you, then I'll sell them and you can keep one.

[teenyoda]

[He sputtered, rolling his eyes even though Scott couldn't see it.]

You want to send me out into the wilds of a brand new place to find dragons? All alone? By myself? If you wanted me to go away, you could have just asked.

[Here come the fake pouting.]

[mccallmemaybe]

I thought you liked exploring.

[ Remember that one time they went looking for half a dead body in the woods? Yeah, good times. ]

[teenyoda]

[Exploring for dead bodies in a preserve he'd grown up in was one thing. Searching for dragons that might want to eat him on a world he only just got to? Do you hate him that much, Scott?]

I also like breathing. Continuously. It's kind of a habit I picked up.

[mccallmemaybe]

Yeah, I know. Try not to breathe so heavily around Lydia now she's here. [ Or drool. ]

[teenyoda]

[Hey. Hey, Scott. Guess who's giving you the finger?]

Oh yeah? Allison.

[The single word was all he needed. He didn't need the video on to know that Scott probably had a dopey smile on his face already.]

[mccallmemaybe]

What about her?

[teenyoda]

I can hear the stupid smile from here.

[mccallmemaybe]

I'm not smiling.

And you can't hear smiles.

[teenyoda]

Yes you are and yes I can. Consider it a skill.

[mccallmemaybe]

Your face is a skill.

[ Not quite the comeback he was going for. ]

[teenyoda]

Thank you. I thought you'd never notice.

[Guess who's smiling now?]

[mccallmemaybe]

...oh, you can hear smiles.

[ Damn you Stiles for always being right. ]

[teenyoda]

Where in the world would you be without me? Lost, that's where. Lost in a sea of wrong.

[Someone shouldn't have stayed up to watch that Dane Cook night on HBO.]