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[teenyoda]

"Leave a message. I'm around. Or sleeping. Or... stuff."

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[truesight]

I'll probably fall asleep on you.

[teenyoda]

And?

[Was that supposed to be a deterrent, Rachel?]

[truesight]

And... that would be bad because not only would Hale probably panic if he woke up and you weren't asleep in your own bed, but your dad might too?

[ she's totally stuck in at-home, #highschoolkidlife mindset. like she doesn't have her own apartment and isn't basically treated as an adult here. she hasn't been here as long as he has! she's still getting used to it. ]

[teenyoda]

Hale looooooooooves you. And my dad might just think I got up early. I'm all responsible here, didn't you hear?

[Stiles barely obeyed the rules when he was at home, what the hell would make him do that here?]

[truesight]

Hale does love me.

[ which meant he'd be bringing Hale with him, good to know. only Hale would have his own bed with his own little fire-proof dragon pillow ok she's not sure she could handle sleeping with him too close. ]

So... you want to sleep over?

[teenyoda]

[Good thing she didn't get to see how the two of them usually slept; Stiles either on his front or his back with Hale sprawled over whatever part of him was broadest and flattest, wings spread out to take up as much space as possible.]

Is that a trick question?

[truesight]

[ aw that's kind of really sweet, though. she's just not as flame resistant as Stiles, so. like. if Hale sneezed or something, that'd be bad. but anyway. ]

But that means you'll see my bedhead in the morning.

I might have to rethink this.

[ definitely just messing with him ]

[teenyoda]

I'll have to see it eventually. Might as well get it over with. Besides, I can't imagine you looking anything but ridiculously adorable, even with bedhead.

[truesight]

You vastly underestimate the untamed entity that is my hair.

[teenyoda]

You vastly underestimate what I'm willing to do to sleep in the same bed as you.

[truesight]

[ oh. ...eheh!! ]

I get to be big spoon.

[teenyoda]

That's probably for the best.

[There were things she didn't need to feel if they weren't going to...]

[truesight]

What's that mean! I could be a great little spoon if I put my mind to it.

[teenyoda]

You would make an amazing little spoon. Use your imagination, Red.

1/2

[truesight]

[ just this face at her comm for a bit sigh SIGH he can't tell her "use your imagination" because her imagination is wild and vivid and now she's thinking about it great ]

[truesight]

Right, okay.

You better leave soon or I'm going to be asleep before you get here.

[teenyoda]

[Good. His evil plan worked.]

I'll be there in a bit.

omg can we thread this can we can we

[truesight]

I impatiently await your arrival!

Haha. Do you want to do a log or continue it on here?

[teenyoda]

You'd better still be wearing that.

do we want our shameless fluff on the logs comm :|a

[truesight]

Why in the world wouldn't I be? They're my pajamas. Duuuh.

I'm fine with either =)

[teenyoda]

So the only people that know you belong to me are people you see in your pajamas.

I'm oddly okay with that.

[truesight]

And whoever you show that picture to, I suppose. :P

[ here is a thing! ]

[teenyoda]

Hey, I'm not passing around pics of my girl for everyone to slobber over, thank you.

private text.

[flightofdeath]

Hello, Stiles.

[teenyoda]

Hello... you.