Video - Day 349

[teenyoda]

[As the feed switches on, Stiles looks a little more tired than he usually does, though he certainly looks a far cry better than his last video appearance. All his parts are where they're supposed to be and he's not bleeding or showing any internal organs, so, that's a nice change.]

Um, hi. This is sort of a formal apology for anyone who, uh, might have tuned in during my last broadcast. That was completely accidental and...

Well, shit. I'm sorry for anyone who had to see that.

[Never mind that he had to go through that...]

So, my room's kind of barbecued right now. I was wondering if anyone had a couch or something I could crash on until I can get it fixed up. Not for too long, I hope, but I just--

[He just didn't want to have to sleep in a room that smelled like burnt flesh and that had a huge stain from his blood on the carpet.]

I'd appreciate any help.

[Private to Scott]
Hey, um, have you gone back there? Did you maybe get my pictures? I couldn't find them. Or my hat.

[Kind of the material things that mattered most to him here.]

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[tradingsecrets]

We have an extra bedroom, if you want it for a few days. I doubt Katniss would mind.

[teenyoda]

You sure about that? I always find it best to get direct permission from the female involved.

[Too many 'What are you doing here, Stiles' times with Scott's mom. And Lydia. And Allison. And... pretty much every girl he'd ever met.]

[tradingsecrets]

I'm positive. It beats staying on a couch, doesn't it? I'll give you a key so you can come and go.

[teenyoda]

Well... cool. Thanks. Please tell her not to kick me in the junk or something if she sees me in there. I'm anti-nad bruising.

It won't be for long. I just need to get my room fixed up a bit.

[tradingsecrets]

It's not your "nads" that you should be worried about.

[Of course, he isn't going to tell him that he should watch his forehead, or for knives from Rue. No, he doesn't need to worry about those things...for now.]

But, yeah I'll make sure Katniss at least knows your face so she and Rue won't think you're an intruder.

[teenyoda]

Who's Rue? And I'm always worried about my nads. They're my most sensitive area. And one day...

[One day he intended to actually get to use them. With another person.]

[tradingsecrets]

She is a girl from Panem, and I think if I'm not mistaken she's about thirteen. She's from district eleven which is agriculture district in our world. Katniss is from district twelve which is the mining district, and I'm from district four which is the fishing district.

[teenyoda]

Oh. Right. Good.

[Someone was going to be spending as much time away from needing to sleep as possible. Or just behind a locked door.]

[tradingsecrets]

You worried?

[Finnick can't help but notice, the other is a little grumpy again. He's just thinking that's Stile's M.O at this point. He's given up trying to cheer him up.]

Rue and Katniss won't bother you, and I work a lot so I'll hardly be there. It'll probably feel like you have the house to yourself.

[He shrugs.]

[teenyoda]

[Less grumpy and realizing that he just wasn't that good with kids. Granted that four years wasn't that big a difference, but still. Kid.]

No, no. It's cool. All good. I probably won't be there that long myself and then you can have it all back to normal. Thanks, man. Really. I know I've been kind of a...

[Dick? Grumpy piece of shit? Sulky brat?]

Not really all that great lately. Just really bad timing.

[tradingsecrets]

I'm used to people being grumpy or upset.

[He smiles and waves it off.]

It kind of comes with the territory of being a victor and all. Stay as long as you need to, we also bring home food from the safe house, so you won't go hungry.

[teenyoda]

Hey, I work in a restaurant. I'm lucky I'm not obese.

[Finnick may be used to it, but that didn't mean Stiles had to be proud to add to his dick-quota.]

If you guys like pie, let me know. I can bring some over.

[tradingsecrets]

That makes two of us. Of course, I guess because we run around in our own restaurant so much we lose all the weight the food puts on us.

[He stops to consider the other's offer and then he smiles.]

Hey, I think that would be a great thing to bring over.

[necrowmantic]

[Someone wasn't here for the fun.]

Hey hey, what'd I miss? Was it bloody?

Did people die!?

[Very cheerful!]

[teenyoda]

There's that. And you know, the running and dying. Kind of takes pounds off.

[Hey, look at that. He can be helpful. SOMEONE WANTS HIS PIES, Derek.]

You got a favorite kind? Or do the girls?

[teenyoda]

Yes, it was. They did. I did. It sucked. Thanks for asking.

Dick.

[tradingsecrets]

Yeah, running and dying definitely do that to a person. Also, if Annie was around she'd be worried about you and probably make you eat more.

[Again he considers it.]

Something that isn't overly sweet?

[teenyoda]

I have everyone telling me they're waiting for me to get fat.

[He looks down. Nope. Still the same Stiles he's always been.]

Well, jeez. That's going to be hard. Pie is kind of sweet. You want something fruity as opposed to like, chocolatey or pecany?

[tradingsecrets]

Hey you're a good looking guy, and if you're active you'll stay that way.

[He looks up and shuts his eyes for a moment.]

You know what? Let's go with something chocolately or pecany.

[necrowmantic]

No problem! But geez, a bunch of people kicked it, and I missed the whole thing?

How was it? Did you lose any limbs?

[teenyoda]

[There he goes, doing that weird not-sure flirting thing again. Stiles narrows his eyes and tries to pretend he didn't notice.]

Right. Ryan makes a great pecan pie. Or there's a chocolate cherry one that's a personal fave if you like.

[tradingsecrets]

[Stiles you need to be a little more secure man, he's just complimenting you.]

Ryan? Also, chocolate cherry sounds good. We'll go with that.

[teenyoda]

...

[Someone's giving someone else the finger right now.]

[teenyoda]

[Stiles is very secure. Finnick just says things in ways that sound like he's hitting on him.]

Ryan, the pie guy. He's the one that makes all the pies at the Highwind. I'll see about bringing one over tomorrow. Can't tonight since he's gone home. So, would, um, tonight be okay for me crashing there?

[necrowmantic]

[That is some definite laughter. Not even mocking, just- oddly friendly.]

Aw, c'mon, you've gotta remember some of the details! I've been gutted before too, we can share!