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]

... This isn't funny.

[Okay, maybe it was a bit, especially with the man-eating beast pretending to be upset, or really upset, he didn't know. But still... STILL. There was a dragon on his girlfriend and he needed to man up and grow a pair.

Cautiously, he stood, opening the door a bit more and half sliding out of it.]

How about you just... ah, you just put that thing down and maybe, um... I don't know. Does it go outside? Make it go outside.

[truesight]

[ it's maybe a little precious for Stiles to be so afraid of Hale, precious in a "this is so weird" way, that he's so worried about her safety way. still. ]

Yes, he does go outside, but he's not going anywhere until you apologize for scaring him. [ a beat ] You still have all your toes, by the way. There's a hole in your sock, but that's the worst of the damage. And it's fine because that's an old sock anyway, isn't it, which I know because those are the only kinds Hale goes after.

So-- say you're sorry, then sit down and say hi to the nice dragon.

[teenyoda]

[He looked down to see, yes, he still had all his toes, there was no blood, but there was a hole in his sock. That didn't mean the dragon was in the clear. It had chewed on him.]

I didn't scare him. He scared me. He's a dragon, Rachel.

[Like, duh, lady. Can't you see that it's a fierce creature with sharp teeth and murder in its eyes?]

[truesight]

He's your dragon, Stiles. I drew him for you. Why would I draw you a dragon that would ever hurt you? Think about it.

[ Rachel taps the floor until Hale hops down off of her shoulders, then he takes it upon himself to settle on her lap, all curled up. and he's totally still watching Stiles, but cautiously, like he's worried but he's not sure how to fix things. so she just rubs the side of his neck with her thumb, trying to keep him calm ]

You haven't forgotten the first time we talked, have you? That very first time, on the network? We talked about our powers, and you asked me to draw you a dragon. Right? Only I was just a level one at that point, so I couldn't yet.

[teenyoda]

No you... that's not what...

[He was frowning now, because she was talking about this logically and looking at him like he was an idiot, along with Hale still looking at him like he was an idiot and he was feeling... like an idiot. But... it had been chewing on his toes. The hole in his sock was proof.

Even if he didn't remember anything else.]

That was just chatter. We didn't actually... I mean, nothing actually happened.

[truesight]

Obviously it did, you crazyperson. And I'm pretty sure the best way to jog your memory is to actually believe what I'm telling you. So- c'mere and pet your dragon. Please.

[ just patting the space next to her on the floor ]

[teenyoda]

... I don't wanna pet the... heh.

[Okay, so, maybe he could take 'pet the dragon' as a euphemism for something else and he was enough of a teenage boy that he found that infinitely amusing.]

Look, it was trying to eat me, okay? Did you see what it did to the door? Look!

[He pointed at the bottom corner of the bathroom door that had been half destroyed, clawed and chewed on by what was clearly an evil dragon.]

[truesight]

Because he was worried about you! If your best buddy was locked in a bathroom yelling for help over the network, you would claw at that bathroom door too, wouldn't you?

[ a beat ]

Gods, gross boy, I meant literally come down here and pet your dragon. And you still having apologized.

[teenyoda]

It's a lizard, Rachel. It doesn't speak English.

[He wasn't really coming any closer, toes sort of flexing in his socks as he looked at it. Not that it was really that big, but... dragon. A real actual dragon. Looking at him.]

[truesight]

You highly underestimate your dragon, my love. But you know, if he makes you nervous, we could just go for a walk until you get your memory back. You shouldn't have to feel scared in your own home, I understand.

[ poking at your manhood, dude. ....not literally poking at any- man..parts but

your PRIDE

she's taking a jab at that, yes

and waiting until Hale hops off of her lap, standing up and slinging her bag over her shoulder again. Hale just kind of winds around her feet, even as he keeps peeking up at Stiles. waiting, waiting, waiting. ]

[teenyoda]

[His girlfriend was calling him a pussy. He was being a pussy. The thing was the size of a cat. If he could face down Jackson when he was all scaled out and taunt Peter in full Alpha mode... why was this cat-lizard giving him such a hard time?]

Hey... I'm not scared.

[Yes he was. Or... had been. It was kind of hard to be scared of something that your girlfriend was treating like a pet.]

This is my house, dammit. I'm not getting chased out of it.

[No... he'd just get chased into the bathroom.]

[truesight]

Oh, nono, you're not. You stay here, Hale and I will see ourselves out. You can come find us once you remember him. And how much you love him. And how cute he is. [ nod! ] C'mon, Hale. Let's go somewhere we're wanted. [ time for a very deliberate turn and march towards the stairs ]

[teenyoda]

Hey!

[He frowned, taking a step forward.]

I don't want you to leave, Rach.

[Hale turned when Stiles took the step forward, giving him a chirp. Stiles took his foot back, a reflexive response to potential danger. Danger bad. Feet good.]

[truesight]

If Hale goes, I go, I'm afraid.

[ though she's grinning at that little dance Stiles does, not giving him the opportunity to act like it didn't happen ]

You are going to feel like such a doofus when you remember everything.

[teenyoda]

I will not.

[Oh, yes he would.]

Can't it just... go outside? Until you go?

[Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuussy.]

[truesight]

No. Stiles Stilinski, I am- severely disappointed in our cojones right now, sir. And so is Hale. Look at him, judging you.

[ actually, he's starting to look like a sad puppy. if dragons are capable of that. total longing in those little dragon eyes ]

Up-up.

[ Hale's up on her shoulders again a second later, tail curled around her neck, head on her shoulder ]

Pet him.

[teenyoda]

What? Rachel, come on...

[God. Being a wuss in front of his woman... it was the most demoralizing thing ever. Especially when the damn thing actually looked sad.]

What if it bites me.

[truesight]

He won't.

[ and okay, she's not completely shaming him here, so she reaches for his hand, twisting her fingers through his ]

I promise with all my heart he won't bite you.

[teenyoda]

[He's still giving the dragon a leery look, but it looks so harmless against Rachel's shoulders. He lifts up a hand, slowly, looking at it like it might lunge for his fingers...]

[truesight]

[ Hale doesn't lunge, but he does meet him halfway, butting the top of his head against his fingers and chirping happily ]

He likes you. Remember the first time he did that? He was maybe forty-three seconds old. You showed him what you could do with fire, and he fell in sweet dragony love.

[teenyoda]

[Okay. This wasn't so bad. It wasn't the same as touching a snake, which he'd done before, but it was still definitely lizardy.]

No... I-- I really don't remember it, Rachel. Like, at all. You said I've had him since Christmas? Why can't I remember that?

[truesight]

Its okay. I've been having a few, ah, memory glitches too. I think it's something to do with the whole city. Alice told me she forgot how to make tea, for a short while.

[ she's still fussing with his fingers with hers, even while she watches Hale pet himself on Stiles' other hang ]

It'll come back soon, though.

[teenyoda]

[Without warning, Hale unwound himself from Rachel's neck and hopped over to Stiles' shoulders. Stiles froze, eyes wide as he expected tiny fangs to rip his throat out, but he wound up feeling a draconic snout nudging behind his ear, chewing on his hair before there was a chirp in his ear.]

He's... chewing on my hair, Rachel... Why is he chewing on everything?

[truesight]

Hey, I don't know. I just drew him, I didn't raise him. That was all you.

[ actually it was the two of them, but hey! if he can't remember it.. ]

Just don't jostle him when he's up there, he's like- a cat, he'll sink his claws in a bit. Which we just trimmed, so they aren't too pinchy right now, but it doesn't exactly feel pleasant. Here, see?

[ she lifts a hand to smooth over his t-shirt near his collarbone ]

Those little tiny holes? Definitely Hale marks. Sometimes he digs in a bit before he takes off to fly around, too. You get used to it.

[teenyoda]

[He hadn't exactly paid attention to his tshirt before, but it was hard to miss the holes when she pointed them out like that.]

Are all my shirts like this?

[Because rude, dragon.

And then he suddenly giggled, head tipping to try to hide his ear from Hale, who'd decided to stick his tongue in it.]

Oh my god, what the hell?