Video - Day 386

[teenyoda]

[Stiles' face shows up on the screen and he's looking maybe just a little worse for wear. There's lines around his eyes and he looks like he hasn't been sleeping well.]

So, the timing on this could be better. I'll be jumping on the wagon to Alfheim tomorrow morning and, um, I need a favor.

[He really should have locked this from his dad, but he hadn't really been on his game when he'd decided to make this.]

Could someone come in and check up on Scott while I'm gone? He went all grey and we can't find his bracelet. I've got him sort of... tied up to his bed, but I need someone to come by and make sure he eats and uh, you know, bathroom stuff.

[Anyone who knew him could see this wasn't an easy thing to ask. Someone was feeling especially guilty at the moment.]

I can't leave him like that, so if no one can do it, I'll just have to, ah, let him go. But with all this going on right now...

I'd just really appreciate a little help. I'll owe someone. Hugely.

[There's a pause, then Stiles looks directly into the screen instead of letting his eyes jump all around it.]

Please.

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[teenyoda]

Well... because he looks like Scott. Just sort of... not all there. It's not like their faces change or anything.

[Was it? God, please don't let him have like, some random weird graybee in his house.]

Hale recognized his scent, so, they must still smell the same, right?

[airborn]

His scent? [She wrinkles her nose a little.] Does he wear some of that smelly perfume stuff or something?

[teenyoda]

... No. Scott's not big on perfume.

[Kids, man.]

Everyone has their own scent, Rue. That's how dogs and stuff hunt and track.

[airborn]

Well, yeahhhhh. I know that. [Shhh it's not her fault you aren't explaining this very well, Stiles.]

But the big, grumpy one isn't a dog. [At least, he doesn't look like one 8| ]

[teenyoda]

The big grumpy--

Oh! Haha, no, no. Not Derek Hale. Hale, my dragon.

[Guess who came over and perched on Stiles' shoulder at the mention of his name? You guessed it.]

[airborn]

Ooh! [Her gaze automatically focuses on the dragon.] I saw some other people with dragons, too. Did someone draw them?

[teenyoda]

Other people? What other people?

[That's the first he'd heard of that. If Rachel was doodling more dragons for people... Rude.]

[airborn]

There's a girl with blond hair... [Rue gestures to somewhere around her height.] And the skinny, tall guy--the one who's always around the shiny-haired one who teaches fighting with the sword.

There used to be another girl, but I don't see her around anymore.

[teenyoda]

I know Daenerys used to be here and she had one, but I think she left because I haven't seen her around in a while.

Not sure about the other ones, though.

[And his dragon was better. =|]

[airborn]

[She nods.] A lot of people keep disappearing...

It's okay. Your dragon is a different color than theirs.

[teenyoda]

Yeah, but I have to hope they went back to the people they miss, right?

[He could wish that for her.]

My dragon's also totally cooler than theirs.

[Was that bias? Totally bias.]

[airborn]

[She looks at him, then away.] Sometimes it's better here than at home.

Are you taking your dragon with you?

[teenyoda]

Yeah, I've heard that before.

Hale? God, no. He's just a baby. I'm not taking a baby dragon into a battlefield. I'm going to leave him here to help keep watch over Scott. That way they're both safe. So, you know, if you come over... you could keep him company too.

[airborn]

[Yup, that sure cinches the deal.]

I can look after both of them?

[Lumping Scott in with a baby dragon is totally okay.]

[teenyoda]

[Hey, it was less work for his dad and if she was interested in doing it, it meant he wouldn't have to ask the others to do double duty.]

Sure. Just, ah, don't feed him onions.

And watch your socks around him. Hale, that is. Not Scott. Though you probably shouldn't feed Scott onions either.

[airborn]

[Thinking about this for about .5 seconds.]

Okay, I can do it! Um...I don't know where the house is.

[teenyoda]

We're in Sigyn district now. House 103. I'll let my dad know you're coming over.

[Oh god. His dad with a kid. He had a feeling he'd actually like the change in pace, since Rue was nothing like Stiles had been when he was younger.]

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[airborn]

I'll be right there!

[No sooner than she says it, she's shutting off the bracelet and scampering across the city toward Sigyn district.

There's a knock at the door some ten minutes later.]

[teenyoda]

[Oh. She meant now. Well. Huh.

Before he could answer that, she was gone and he was staring at a blank screen.

And then there was knocking. Hale flapped down to the door, squawking and making noises like 'hey, hey, dad, hey dad, dad, hey, there's someone here'.]

Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm coming.

SQUAWK.

I SAID I'M COMING!

[He opened the door, Hale deciding to climb up his leg (oh my god, prickly claws) to his hip to get a better look.]

Hey. You wanna come in?

[airborn]

[Rue hops in as soon as she's invited, looking around the house curiously. Her eyes land on the dragon climbing up Stiles' leg and edges closer.]

Oh, he's so small!

[She reaches toward him, one hand hovering over a wing.]

[teenyoda]

[Hale looks at her as she reaches for him, then looks up at Stiles, like he's asking permission.]

God, yes you can play with her. You don't need to ask.

[Truthfully, Hale hasn't met anyone that's not Stiles/Rachel size or bigger. So this tiny person was interesting. He pushed off from Stiles' hip, wings spread as he vaulted to land on her outstretched arm, giving a small chirp.]

[airborn]

[Rue holds onto him with a look of joy on her face and pets him gently. She'd been a little wary at first, remembering the dragons that had attacked their city before, but after seeing how tiny the dragon was on screen and in person, her misgivings melt away.]

What do you feed him? [She adds on dutifully, ] No onions for Scott or Hale.

[She stops short, frowning.] What do gray people eat?

[teenyoda]

He likes meat, but no seafood before bed or he farts up a storm. Same with onions, only worse. There's usually something in the fridge that can be cut up for him. Sometimes he likes it raw to cook it himself and sometimes he likes it cooked already with cheese on it. Yes, he likes cheese.

Um, Scott? I've just been giving him regular food, though nothing that needs too much chewing. Oatmeal. Mashed potatoes. Soup.

[airborn]

[She listens carefully, still cradling Hale in her arms.]

That doesn't sound too bad. [All of those are easy to make.]

I can bring some food from the Safehouse if gray Scott gets bored of the potatoes and soup.

[teenyoda]

[Hale was moving his head up into the curls around her head, snuffling against her neck and figuring out her scent. Stiles tried not to grin.]

Nah, they're not that complicated to keep track of. I just won't be here and want to make sure they're not lonely and, you know... cared for.

[Leaving both of them sort of hurt, but he couldn't take Hale with him to a fight and Scott... well, if he got hurt out there, Isaac and Allison wouldn't have to kill Stiles for it.]

That'd be nice. I bet they'd like that. And you can, you know, hang around for a bit if you want. Some others might come to check on them and my dad will be here at nights if you want to maybe stay and have dinner while I'm gone.

[Because yes, he was looking out for his dad, too.]