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]

We have an odd sort of relationship and it's kind of just a fact of life that guys do fucked up shit to each other.

[hisstrength]

But would Rachel?

[teenyoda]

Um... no? No, I don't think so. I mean, sure, she'd pull a prank on me, but not... ah, not that bad.

[hisstrength]

Then you should take her word for it. And I'm going to just hope you guys remember your dragon before you get rid of it for no reason, or something.

[teenyoda]

... This place sort of sucks sometimes, you know that?

[hisstrength]

Yes it does. ...I'd totally come rescue you from the dragon if I was around. So you know.

[teenyoda]

Consider my heart warmed by that. Nice and toasty, now.

[hisstrength]

Oh, good. I guess I'll let you go back to trying not to die?

[teenyoda]

Thanks. At least you think I might manage to succeed. I hope.

[hisstrength]

Sure. You're smart, you'll figure it out.

[teenyoda]

You have so much faith in me. It's uplifting. If only the rest of the world was so sure that i had skills. I might be able to fake it.

[hisstrength]

What does it have to do with the rest of the world?

[teenyoda]

Esteem? Glory? Magic?

[hisstrength]

Magic? I don't get why you'd need them to believe in you in order to do something.

[teenyoda]

Well, I don't. But it'd be nice to have someone think ahead of time that I could.

[hisstrength]

...good point. I mean, I managed to get through a lot of things to spite the people who thought I couldn't, but... yeah, that'd still be nice.

[teenyoda]

You and me both, sister. Don't get me wrong, it's great to prove someone wrong and surprise even your most stalwart critics, but sometimes having someone other than your dad not preemptively think you suck would soothe the old ego.

[hisstrength]

Well it changes eventually, right? I mean if you make friends, they're gonna believe in you at least some of the time.

[teenyoda]

Depends on the friends. You'd be surprised at how unsupportive some of them can be.

[hisstrength]

[drily,] You know, maybe I wouldn't be. But they can't all be unsupportive jerks 24 hours a day.

[teenyoda]

Scott's not. He's probably an unsupportive jerk twenty-four hours a year.

[hisstrength]

[She laughs despite the entire rest of the conversation.]

Wow. That's pretty rare.

[teenyoda]

Have you met the guy? Puppies aren't as sweet as he is. It's kind of sickening and I look terrible next to that.

[hisstrength]

If it's any consolation, you definitely look like a good guy if you're not standing next to a saint.

[teenyoda]

Really? My dad will be so thrilled to hear that. He worries.