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]

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.]

[airborn]

[She'd missed it the first time, in her rush to get out of the house, but now she cocks her head at the word "dad" .]

Your dad is here, too?

[teenyoda]

Yeah, he showed up a while ago. That's sort of why I decided to move. Or, you know, like he would have let me not live with him. He's a good guy. Sheriff of our town back home.

[So maybe he was sort of predisposed to love his dad. What of it?]

[airborn]

[She goes still, a strange look crossing her face.]

Sheriff...like the people who keep peace in a town?

[teenyoda]

Yeah, sort of, I guess.

[Someone didn't notice that because someone was busy moving towards the kitchen to see what he had to give a girl to drink.]

[airborn]

[Peace keepers...she hasn't had the best experience with them. But Stiles had called this one something different.

She worries her lip as she follows after Stiles.]

Is he's really, really nice?

[teenyoda]

What? Yeah, of course he is. He puts up with me, after all. And I can be a handful.

[He would never not be thankful for his father's patience.]

You'll see. He'll be home later tonight for dinner. You can stay for that and meet him and stuff.

[airborn]

[At first, her eyes stay on the ground, but she finally smiles when Stiles mentions himself.]

I'll stay if it's really okay.

[Slightly reassured, she resumes petting Hales.]

[teenyoda]

What kind of guy do you think I am? Just going to invite you over so you can get in trouble? Okay, I might if you were Scott, but that's different.

[Hale, for his part, is enjoying the attention, chittering at her like he's got something to say.]

[airborn]

[She's quiet for a second.]

The peace keepers in Panem aren't very nice to the people in the Districts.

[That's all she says, simply, before she looks down at Hale again with a smile.]

[teenyoda]

Yeah? Well, my dad's not some peacekeeper of whatever. He's the Sheriff of Beacon Hills and he's a damn good one. You'll see. He might even decide to kick me out and keep you.

[airborn]

[Well, if Stiles is certain! Rue nods, smile regaining some of its brightness.]

Okay. I trust you! [She eyes the kitchen area curiously.] Does your dad do the cooking?

[teenyoda]

[He could hear his dad and Scott collectively groaning over those three words. But he went and opened the fridge and pulled out a container of juice, going over to the cupboard to pull out some glasses.]

Ah, we both do, actually. I do more. Just sort of how it is at home, too. It's edible, so don't worry about getting sick.

[airborn]

[She leans against the counter, looking all around. It's about then she gets an idea.]

Do you want to cook something together? For your dad, when he gets back!

[teenyoda]

[Two glasses poured, he slides one over to her as he puts the container back into the fridge.]

Sure. What'd you have in mind? Has to be kind of low-fat, low-cholesterol. Man's on a diet.

[airborn]

Thank you!

[Rue gently sets Hale on the counter before she takes the glass and gulps down a mouthful of juice.]

What's a diet?

[Low-fat? Low-cholesterol? She isn't sure what those words mean either, but they seem to be connected to the other one. Diet.]

[teenyoda]

What's a... seriously?

You know, monitoring food intake to make sure he doesn't eat too much that's bad for him? So he doesn't have a heart attack or anything stupid.