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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[livedtwice]

I have a libido.

[That's all he's really responding to from that, because explaining the rest is complicated and he's not interested in it. Plus, it's kind of a mood killer.]

[teenyoda]

Suuuuure you do.

[Guess who thinks someone's full of shit?]

[livedtwice]

I had a girlfriend, you know.

[This is very important information.]

[teenyoda]

Did you now? And what exactly did you and your girlfriend get up that made it so you have no self-libido?

[livedtwice]

[Well, what does he say here.]

Just because I don't watch porn ...

[teenyoda]

No porn and I'm guessing no special alone time. I'm surprised certain body parts haven't exploded.

[livedtwice]

Honestly, I think that says more about you than it does me.

[teenyoda]

Hey, I am a healthy teenage male with a healthy outlet of my hormones. Not having a little special time is the weird thing here, so don't go trying to point the weird finger at me.

[livedtwice]

You've made a fair number of assumptions here.

[teenyoda]

Because you're the one stepping outside of the box of the average teenager, buddy. You go ask most guys and see how often they have their little special alone time. Consider yourself a minority.

[livedtwice]

[He doesn't want to point out he's still assuming.

After all, they're discussing wanking in public.]

Er, right.

[teenyoda]

[Everyone wanks, Harry. Just like everyone poops. They make books about it and tell you it's all okay.]

It's okay to admit when you're wrong. I know it stings.

[livedtwice]

I don't need to ask anyone.

[teenyoda]

Because you know I'm right? Being wrong isn't a crime, you know.

[livedtwice]

I'm well aware of what people sometimes do alone.

[teenyoda]

What all teenage boys do when given five minutes alone. Seriously. If we're not getting any actual play, we need to make up for the hormones flooding our system.

[livedtwice]

So every time you're alone for five minutes. Is that it?

[teenyoda]

Up until recently, sure.

[livedtwice]

And you see nothing wrong with this? Have you considered taking up a hobby?

[teenyoda]

I have lots of hobbies. I just have five or ten minutes to waste a few times a day. It's healthy. Not doing it is worse for you.

[livedtwice]

Oh, right, just five or ten minutes, rather than multiple periods of time of five or ten minutes.

[teenyoda]

Hey, five or ten minutes can do you a world of good. Release the toxins. Seriously. Try it. You'll feel better. Just don't shake my hand after.

[livedtwice]

I'm never going to shake your hand again in the first place.

[teenyoda]

... I do wash them, you know. God. Like your hands are any cleaner, magic boy.

[livedtwice]

Considering I apparently don't wank ever, they're very clean.