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]

Ooo. Do they come brandishing torches and pitchforks? [ she's just going to peek over at the little dragon, who's still pacing around all "dum de dum what do what do" ] Batten down the hatches, Hale! We might need to hide out. [ then she gasps, turns back to Stiles ] Or I could seriously misbehave and give you something else to yell about.

[ her hands slide back into the pockets of his jeans, a somewhat ohoho yeah look taking over her features ]

How about it, Stilinski? Fifty people listening in? I could get into that.

[ no she couldn't, but it's fun to joke around about it ]

[teenyoda]

[He was watching her get all teasing with him, the look on her face changing as she got more into it. And he just got that stupid, dopy, totally blissed over expression on his.]

Seriously? How can you not remember me telling you I love you the billion times I've done it since... it's clearly obvious. That I love you. You, Ms. Dare, she of the totally wonderful and amazing sense of humor. My future wife and mother of my children.

[truesight]

Ugh, you are gross.

[ and she's squeezing her hands over the back of his jeans where they sit in his pockets, so eh. gross is relative. ]

I'm not going to think about children until years from now. Years and years and years and years. Besides, I'm already a mommy, aren't I? [ on cue, Hale chirps from his spot on the floor, where he's now sprawled out on his back ] Which is kind of a lot, you know, for three months of ..me-and-you-ness. Not a lot of people can say that after only three months of experiencing boyfriendly bliss.

[teenyoda]

[He's gross and apparently getting turned on by butt squeezes. Well then. Hello, Miss Dare.]

This is so not anything in the near future, but one day, you will carry my spawn and they will be adorable redheads, just like their mom. Way, way in the future.

[truesight]

Way, way in the future. Our future.

[ which is just nice to say, nice to believe in. that having a future is possible here. or- in general. it's funny how not that long ago she was so certain of fate, now she feels like she's right back where she was before she knew what she could do. before the visions and the prophecies. the future wasn't a- specific date and destination, it was a hopeful thought. and she's kind of fine with that, in this case ]

-- Just- please don't call them "spawn", like, ever again. It just makes me think of the monsters from my world and ohboy that is a horrifying thought. I would like cute children with big brown eyes and cute moles. Not- empousa.

[teenyoda]

Adorable little mini-Rachels that look just like their mom? Yeah, I can have a couple of those. But definitely way further down the road. Like, ten, fifteen years down the road. I'm kind of liking my solo-Rachel time.

[truesight]

Oh, boy. A couple? I hope you mean literally two.

[ mini-Rachels. that's actually a tiny bit horrifying. would they have clear sight, like her? would they have the same kind of nightmares? or worse, would they be completely different from her and- and want to play sports?! ]

Then of course there's our youngest, our mini-Stiles. He'll be such a mama's boy. But that's okay because you'll have your hands full with like, double the father-daughter things that probably occur between a father and a daughter, yup. But mini-Stiles, he'll be-

Oh, gods.

Oh, what have you done, why am I thinking about this so much.

[teenyoda]

Nope. No mini mes, I was a terrible child. Now, a house full of baby yous... that's something I can get down with. Tiny little Rachels, all begging me for rides and cheek kisses. Yep, I can be daddy to that.

[He grinned and pulled her in so her hips bounced against his, just a constant little bouncy motion as he smirked oh so smugly down at her.]

[truesight]

[ she's fine with that, she's easily led. she'll roll with it. though she's pouting at him ]

What makes you think I was any better? You were probably a total sweetiepie. Little hyperactive cutie-patootie. I want a mini-Stiles I can read to and color with.

Eventually.

A decade from now.

[teenyoda]

What, you don't want to show some little small you how to paint? All of you coming in covered in blues and greens and...

[Yeah, it was painting a pretty vivid picture itself and he was kind of distracted by it for a moment.]

[truesight]

[ she'll let him have his moment ]

-- Ground control to Major Stilinski, come in Stilinski. Still with us?

[teenyoda]

Shh, I'm having a vision. You're familiar with those, right?

[Grinning as he leans down and kisses her on the nose.

Then he looks over and sees the dragon, looking up at the both of them from where he's still splayed on his back, almost like he's asking for belly rubs.]

So, how long until I remember him?

[truesight]

You still don't? [ she looks over at Hale then, giving him a bit pout and then covering her eyes with her hand ] Oh, no! [ again, dragon see, dragon do. this time he chirps a little singsongy "oh no!" of his own again, but it's accompanied by one of his wings folding over his face, copying Rachel ] You're breaking our hearts here, you know. But, um. Soon, hopefully. My memories of art club came back a few hours after everybody was telling me about it, so. Maybe in a few hours?

[teenyoda]

A few hours, huh?

[Okay... that was kind of ridiculously cute. Jesus. How could he not remember them. God... He grinned and poked a foot over, rubbing it over the exposed belly.]

Well, you wanna go down and get something to eat? Or you feel like scribbling something up?

[truesight]

[ was that a sock offering? because that's how Hale's taking it. about two seconds of rubs into things and he's closing his wings around his foot, getting to work on those toesies again. he offered! totally free game! ]

I should probably draw something. Maybe some cookies for your eventual rescuers who might be stopping by?

[ she's pretending not to notice the dragon attacking his foot ]

[teenyoda]

[Stiles almost flinches back, but after a moment, he does realized that his actual toes aren't being gnawed on. Okay. It's still weird, but not toe-losing weird.]

Um... yeah. Sure... if you want.

[He's a little distracted by toe-chewing, Rach. But he comes out of the fugue soon enough.]

Or, you know, pizza? With like, triple cheese?

[truesight]

[ the not-pulling-away earns him a kiss on the cheek, if that amounts to anything. ]

Triple? Please, you know I always go for quadruple, if I can help it. Your room?

[teenyoda]

Um, probably better in the living room, if people are going to be coming to my aid. The last thing we need is someone busting in and finding a different kind of dragon doing horrible things to you.

[Ahem. Yes, that is what he's going to call his dick now. 'The dragon'. Viserys, you best not wake this sleeping beast. Rawr.]

/end scene?

[truesight]

[ she laughs ] Oh no. [ this time it's the "oh no" of a girlfriend who can't believe the stuff that comes out of her boyfriend's mouth. ] Let's head toooo the livingroom then. Shall we?

And... SCENE.

[teenyoda]

We shall.

[Once he extricated his foot, that is. Or he could just have a dragon shoe. But Hale let go when he lifted it, moving to hop along behind them as they headed to the living room.]