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[teenyoda]

[Hello, Asgard. The entire city is treated to this lovely smiling visage.]


Hey there, Asgard. So, after a lot of thought, I've come to realize I really need to get a job. Preferably not at a pet store.

[Sorry, Scott, but if he had to work around Isaac and Derek, it was likely there'd be some sort of war involving projectile puppies or kittens. No one wanted that, man. No one.]

A man needs to be able to buy the finer things in life. Maybe some of the not so fine things as well. I don't know what the job market's like out here, but Stiles needs some dough.

[He needed to be able to impress, not that it had ever helped him before.]

Is there a sign up place? A help wanted section? A newspaper? Ye olde job market? Come on, help a guy out. I shouldn't have to state the obvious, but heavy lifting isn't my strong suit. Neither is anything involving having to move. Or do things that require effort.

[Okay, so it wasn't that bad, but he wanted to make sure his potential employer had lowered expectations. He might need to slack off to help a certain best friend out and if no one expected anything from him, that gave him a lot of leeway.]

So, any takers?

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[tradingsecrets]

Oh don't worry, I have a high tolerance anyway. I don't really drink enough to get drunk either. I'll leave the partying hard to you kids.

[teenyoda]

Great. Then there'll be someone to record us being utter morons.

[He wasn't sure if that was a brilliant idea or a terrible one.]

[tradingsecrets]

It's a right of passage all young men must go through after all. Also, I'm Finnick Odair, just so you have a name to match a face.

[teenyoda]

Hey. I'm Stiles. And trust me, we've gone through the passages. We're just dumb enough to do it more than once.

[tradingsecrets]

Well that's an interesting way to look at things, I definitely like your style, Stiles.

[Apparently something amused Finnick, because his smile widens a little bit more.]

So Stiles. How do you feel about kids?

[teenyoda]

[The pleased smile he had quickly faded and he gave Finnick a suspicious look.]

I think they at some point in time could eventually grow up to be semi-decent people. Unless they're related to Jackson or Derek. Then they're automatically put in the 'likely to be a dick' category. Why?

[tradingsecrets]

Because one of these days you'll end up meeting Rue, so if you like kids I'm sure you'll love her.

[teenyoda]

How about we put that on the back burner.

[Stiles would prefer not to have to deal with kids unless he absolutely had to. Scott was the one who fell for things with big eyes like puppies and kids. Stiles just wanted to play his games and read his comics.]

[tradingsecrets]

[Finnick laughs and shakes his head. Oh Stiles, you'll learn.]

Just behave and you'll be fine. You seem like a good kid anyway.

[teenyoda]

Kid, huh?

You know you're not that much older than me, right? I may look scrawny but I'm not ten.

[Finnick, stop being so... old.]

[tradingsecrets]

You're about sixteen or seventeen, right?

[teenyoda]

Seventeen.

[That made all the difference, Finnick. All of it.]

[tradingsecrets]

Well, I'm twenty four which makes me a few years shy of being ten years older.

[teenyoda]

Yeah, but it's not that much older.

[Have a bit of a grumpy look, Finnick. Derek was about that age and he didn't think even he'd referred to them as kids. Hell, he and Scott were the ones to point out they were kids more often than the adults they dealt with.]

[tradingsecrets]

You're still at the age where you can be put into the Hunger Games in my world, but I guess your right I'm not too much older.

[He looks Stiles over for a second and shakes his head as if banishing a thought from his head.]

You don't have to pout, I still think you're cute either way. Adult or no.

[teenyoda]

Cute? I'm cute?

[Figures that the first person to give him a compliment was a guy that hung out with Scott and had drunk times who'd made allusions towards other kinds of 'guy times'. Maybe he was attractive to gay guys?]

[tradingsecrets]

Yeah, I think my wife would think so too. You'll have to say hello if you see her around. Though she is a bit more shy than I am.

[He chuckles.]

You are fun to tease. I'm going to have a lot of fun getting to know you.

[teenyoda]

[YOU WERE CONFUSING HIM SO MUCH, FINNICK! STOOOOP!]

Ha, ha. Yeah. Great. Woo. Teasing.

[Hear that? It's not enthusiasm, Finnick.]

[tradingsecrets]

Don't worry I'll go easy on you.

[He shook his head and then smiled gently to the other.]

[teenyoda]

Yeah, that's not exactly making me feel any better.

[He's got his eye on you, Finnick.]

[tradingsecrets]

Do I look like I'd do anything harmful?

[You see that smile, it's the smile of an angel Stiles.]

[teenyoda]

[He eats those smiles for breakfast, Finnick.]

Yes.

[If it looked harmless, chances were it wasn't.]

[tradingsecrets]

[He smiles. Good boy Stiles, he may look harmless, but yeah one of these days you'll probably figure out the exact opposite.]

I'm here to relax from my world, I doubt you or anyone else has anything to worry about.

[teenyoda]

Worrying is a constant state for me. It's up there with breathing.

[tradingsecrets]

That's not good. You probably shouldn't worry so much.