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[She laughs and picks up the rabbit, putting him in her lap as she shifts her seated position.]
I know, but -- it's mostly for moral support. Despite all the times you entirely frustrate me, there are a lot more times where you're honest with me and I need that.
I know, but -- it's mostly for moral support. Despite all the times you entirely frustrate me, there are a lot more times where you're honest with me and I need that.
I haven't seen him weirdly stare at anyone, you must be imagining things...
[ Scott stared blankly at the wall for a moment. ] I wish it was me who'd been corrupted, not him. He already had bad memories. Now he'll have more if he remembers.
[ Scott stared blankly at the wall for a moment. ] I wish it was me who'd been corrupted, not him. He already had bad memories. Now he'll have more if he remembers.
Do you wish I didn't care as much? [ About Isaac and, well, everyone. ]
I get it. I can't protect everyone. [ It's something Stiles has told him before, but it won't stop Scott from trying. ]
Hey, fuzzbutt. :P
Same place and everything? I might or might not have made that pie I may or may not have promised. Acceptance of said pie still constitutes a formal agreement not to blame me if it turns out fox stomachs can't handle it after all.
Same place and everything? I might or might not have made that pie I may or may not have promised. Acceptance of said pie still constitutes a formal agreement not to blame me if it turns out fox stomachs can't handle it after all.
You can't laugh anyway, can you?
I'll accept that five minutes of love so long as you don't shed on me. Give me about fifteen minutes.
I'll accept that five minutes of love so long as you don't shed on me. Give me about fifteen minutes.
['Scuse him while he switches, walking and texting are just asking to walk right into something.]
Oh my god, no, I get shed on enough by the cat! If it's not blood on all my clothes it's fur, don't do this to me, Stiles. You don't know how much tape I go through.
Oh my god, no, I get shed on enough by the cat! If it's not blood on all my clothes it's fur, don't do this to me, Stiles. You don't know how much tape I go through.
[He can totally still read and walk. Mostly.]
You're cute, but not cuter than Frisbee, sorry. I have a lot of experience resisting fluffdorableness.
You're cute, but not cuter than Frisbee, sorry. I have a lot of experience resisting fluffdorableness.
That is exactly what I'm busy doing, you know-- [And in the background there's a brief exclamation, a hurried-sounding shit, sorry-- before he turns his attention back to the bracelet.]
...andIshouldturnthisoff.
[Which he will, and at least it won't be too long before he arrives and gives Stiles' door a knock out of habit. He can probably smell the pie from that side, it is a whole pile of chickeny gravy deliciousness.
...Right. Fox, can't do door handles, better just open it.]
...andIshouldturnthisoff.
[Which he will, and at least it won't be too long before he arrives and gives Stiles' door a knock out of habit. He can probably smell the pie from that side, it is a whole pile of chickeny gravy deliciousness.
...Right. Fox, can't do door handles, better just open it.]
Oh my god.
[He's just staring at the flaming letters, pie parcel still in hand. Okay, that's kind of cool, how come he didn't get fire powers?
Oh yeah and he should probably let him get at that pie. Ryan kneels down to start unwrapping it.]
You realize you're like, a wizard fox now, right?
[He's just staring at the flaming letters, pie parcel still in hand. Okay, that's kind of cool, how come he didn't get fire powers?
Oh yeah and he should probably let him get at that pie. Ryan kneels down to start unwrapping it.]
You realize you're like, a wizard fox now, right?
I'm working on it, okay?
[Look, that is a carefully-packed pie, Stiles. Did you want it to end up getting smushed? Because it is definitely not. Once it's all opened up he sits back, making himself comfortable on the floor.]
There you go. I don't guess you need a fork or anything, right?
[Look, that is a carefully-packed pie, Stiles. Did you want it to end up getting smushed? Because it is definitely not. Once it's all opened up he sits back, making himself comfortable on the floor.]
There you go. I don't guess you need a fork or anything, right?
[Stiles is going to be Stiles and move to crawl up onto Ryan's lap. Hey, Jade let him eat his pie there and maybe he wanted a little bit of attention since he'd been caged up in his room for so long. He turned to give Ryan a look, then flopped over and bared his belly.]
♥
♥
[He just gives him a look at first, then finally siiiighs and scritches him behind the ears. Belly scritches are just getting weird.]
Stiles, you're adorable and all, but you are my coworker and also I'm pretty sure Henry would kill any guy he knew was all flopped over in my lap. No rummytubs.
[...he's used to babytalking his cat, okay, shut up.]
Stiles, you're adorable and all, but you are my coworker and also I'm pretty sure Henry would kill any guy he knew was all flopped over in my lap. No rummytubs.
[...he's used to babytalking his cat, okay, shut up.]
Bullshit. I will bet you talked Jade into that, it is so not rubless.
[STICKING WITH THE EAR SCRITCHES.]
D'you want your pie or what?
[STICKING WITH THE EAR SCRITCHES.]
D'you want your pie or what?
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