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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[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?

[truesight]

Majority of them, I'd bet. The plaid usually hides them a little better.

[ and then she's laughing, leaning in to press her finger against Hale's face until he's ducking down a little bit, chirping again ]

Ah, that he probably picked up from me.

[teenyoda]

You drew me a dragon and taught it dirty habits? God... I don't even want to know what else it does that it learned from you.

[But, even after that, he still seemed to have his ear on his head, and he wasn't missing anything. Maybe... maybe there was something to this forgetting thing she was talking about.]

So... memory thing, huh?

[truesight]

I didn't teach him, he just picks up on things. Observe! [ she leans in to give him a kiss on the cheek, then looks at Hale and nods ] Give daddy a kiss, Hale. [ which really just translates to Hale nudging at Stiles' cheek with his face, but whatever. Rachel seems pleased ] Such a good boy.

And yeah, I guess. Which is kind of scary, not knowing what we'll forget or if we'll remember, but hopefully it won't last.

[teenyoda]

Aaah...

[Okay, dragon nose pushing at his face wasn't entirely scary, but still.]

Does he... uh, does he roast faces off? Wait, did you just call me daddy?

[Guess who was thoroughly distracted by that?]

[truesight]

No, no fire power. I think that's why he likes yours so much.

[ hrrk ]

I- did. But I mean, I don't call you daddy. ... I technically was the one that just called you daddy, but you're Hale's daddy. Right.

[ a h e m just blushing forever now ]

[teenyoda]

Would that make you his mommy? Do we call you mommy?

[Only one way to find out.]

Hale.. [God, why had he called a dragon that] Go see mommy. Give mommy kisses.

[Hale, happy to be part of the attention and realizing 'daddy' was over whatever his problem was, nuzzled against Stiles' cheek before hopping back onto Rachel's shoulder, nose burying in her hair.]

[truesight]

[ Rachel just lets it happen, mouth twisting up as that blush levels out to a full flush ]

I'm his mommy, yes. I insist that he's yours, you insist that he's ours. I love him to pieces, but I did draw him for you.

[teenyoda]

So... you drew me a dragon. For my Christmas present? That's, ah... that's kind of awesome, Rach.

[truesight]

[ she makes a passive 'eh!' sound ] Yeah, I'm pretty much the best girlfriend ever.

Which, um. Leads me to another point, with this whole memory loss thing. [ have a forced laugh, a little 'heh!' ] This video you just posted to the network - that wouldn't have happened to be the first time you told me you love me, would it? Because right now I don't, um... I can't exactly recall...