Video - Day 446

[teenyoda]

[When the feed clicks on, it shows a dark room with very little light. Anyone who peers a little more closely can see via the light from the screen that the caller, Stiles, is in a bathroom. With the lights off. He appears to be a bit stressed out and is on the floor, looking almost fearfully over behind the screen. There's a clawing noise and little squawks and chirps coming from it.]

Okay. Okay. Um... Okay. Would, ah, would someone mind telling me what the hell a dragon is doing in my house? Like, a real dragon? Oh god... it was trying to eat my feet. I think I'm bleeding. Am I bleeding? I might be. It was chewing on my toes. What the hell... How did a dragon get in my room?

[To anyone that knows Stiles and the aforementioned dragon, something might seem a little... off. Like why Stiles doesn't know said dragon is his.]

Scott? Rachel? Do not come in the house. Seriously. I... it might eat your faces off. I happen to like your faces right where they are. Please don't lose them.

[The fact that Stiles is whispering, sort of, and sounding stressed has Hale scratching a bit more intently at the door, little snout trying to fit in under it as he chirps at 'daddy'.]

Oh god. Oh god, it's going to come in and chew off all my favorite parts. If I don't make it out alive, Rachel, I love you. Scott, please take care of her. Derek... somehow this is Peter's fault. Kick his ass.

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[teenyoda]

[Clearly Derek was a dick and Stiles was going to set certain tender parts of him on fire. Later. And he'd let Hale poop in his shoes. But for now, Derek's face was a welcome sight and he let out a nervous sigh.]

I don't know... should you? What if it tries to eat you? What if it tries to melt your face off with dragon fire?

[He'd forgotten that Hale couldn't breathe fire, just like he'd forgotten that Hale was his.]

[calloused]

[Sure, Stiles. Traumatize Derek Hale's tender parts with fire just because he's innocently enjoying your pain. God.

But Derek nods, putting way too much effort into making himself seem nervous and hesitant. He tries hard to keep his face set in the bravest, most self-sacrificing expression he has, but it's pretty hard not to crack a smile. Which is weird, given that he last smiled in, like, 1997. Probably.]

You should have more faith in me. I'll be there soon. Stay safe.

[And he cuts the feed off. He takes his sweet ass time to get to Stiles's place, but he lets himself in through the front door when he gets there. Hale's still clawing at the bathroom when he gets there, unsurprisingly. Man, he should have brought Cora with him. The small, fluffy Cora, that is.]

Stiles? It looks rough out here.

[teenyoda]

[Hey, you were asking for it by being a dick, Derek. You only have yourself to blame for later pain.]

Derek?

[Stiles calls out when he hears the familiar voice, turning towards the door and hearing the scratching still going on.]

Oh god... what... what happened? It's trying to kill me, isn't it?

[calloused]

Oh, yeah. Absolutely.

[Hale's still just kind of whimpering like an idiot, and Derek feels pretty bad about it. He wants to reach down and pat the poor little guy, because man, but he had to keep this going before Stiles found out from someone else what was going on.]

Your place is a wreck. {Totally isn't.] I can't really see anything out here that's still in tact, either. And - oh man. I think it's eating someone's arm.

[teenyoda]

Oh god. Oh god, is it Scott? Rachel?

[There was clear panic in his voice as he scrambled for the door, jerking it open to look out, terrified that he'd see one of the two people he loved most here in Asgard hurt -- or worse.]