Video - Day 398

[teenyoda]

[Hey, Asgard. Have a Stiles popping up on the screen, grinning a bit wider than usual.]

Okay, normally I'm not all cute kittens and cuddly fluffy things or talking baby talk to animals, because that's kind of dumb -- except when Rachel does it and then it's oddly endearing.

[He looks like he's actually trying to rationalize why that's a thing for a second, but it's only a second before he's back to paying attention to the screen again.]

Anyway, yeah, well, fluffy advocate or not, I figured there might be some people who'd find this amusing and maybe a little entertaining.

[The screen shifts, showing the center of what is Stiles' bedroom. There's a wolf cub sitting there, looking up at him with its little tail wagging. The screen shifts a little to show the bed, Hale sitting there looking up at him as well, giving a tiny chirp. After about three seconds, Stiles yells, "KAMIKAZEE!" and Hale screeches, jumping from the bed onto the cub -- who happens to be jumping for the dragon at the same time.

There's a tussle of fur and scales, wings flapping and yips, growls, chirps, and squawks sounding before the cub stands, pinning the dragon down by his wings and tipping her head up, giving a tiny little baby howl in victory before flopping down on top of her defeated foe.

A wing curled over the cub and they both just sort of cuddled up, little huffs and sounds leaving them like they were having some kind of private conversation.

The screen went back to Stiles.]

Okay, I'm secure in my masculinity and all that, but come on... how adorable was that?

Comments

[teenyoda]

No argument from me. I have a healthy fear and respect of a pissed off female of any species.

[whitechocolate]

You've pissed off females that aren't human?

[teenyoda]

Um...

[Smooth move, Stiles.]

No?

[whitechocolate]

Gonna take that as a yes.

You're from the same world as Erica though, right? It sounds cool, the whole werewolves thing.

[teenyoda]

... She talks to you about that?

[Because hey, he's not going to be the one to burst the fur-bubble.]

[whitechocolate]

Yeah. [ Sam realizes how much of a big deal it is for Erica to share that information with him. ] We talk about a lot of things. I guess that's what people do when they trust each other.

[teenyoda]

Hey, I'm not saying anything bad about it. It's good she has someone she can actually open up to.

[Someone who doesn't look at her and see a car part coming for their face.]

[whitechocolate]

Good, because if you were saying something bad, I'd have to punch you in the face.

[ Too bad he can't punch Santana who says bad stuff all the time. ]

After you've been bullied, it makes you not want to open up to people. [ Sadly. ]

[teenyoda]

[Is that a fact, mister face punchy threatener? He'd been threatened by bigger, furrier people. And scalier.]

Gee, you think?

[whitechocolate]

Just sayin', dude. No need to get all sarcastic.

[teenyoda]

Yeah, that's kind of like asking me not to breathe.

[whitechocolate]

Isn't sarcasm supposed to be the lowest form of wit or something?

[teenyoda]

Only to people that can't come up with something witty to say. Isn't threatening to punch someone in the face kind of, you know, a dumb jock move?

[whitechocolate]

It's actually the stick-up-for-your-relationship move if you're saying something bad about me and Erica, but thanks for stereotyping me.

[teenyoda]

Who says I was saying anything bad? You're the one that took something completely -- you know what? Never mind. You and Erica are perfect in that you both keep taking everything I say the wrong way. Have fun with that.

[whitechocolate]

You're the one who got all sensitive about sarcasm-- but whatever, man. Enjoy your animal fight club.

[teenyoda]

Did not.

[Did too.]

It's not... agh. Fine. Yes. Okay.