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[teenyoda]

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

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[teenyoda]

Right. So you want me there to not be a lurker and to point out of it might potentially make your head explode.

You do realize I know jack squat about magic, right? I sure as hell don't know enough to know if a god is doing something that might screw you up.

[better]

[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.

[teenyoda]

Mind telling everyone else that point of view? Most people seem to think I do it just to be a dick.

[better]

It's ... you push a bit harder than you need to I think. It's probably being surrounded by stubborn people that seem to do without thinking.

[teenyoda]

Do you know how frustrating it is to try to tell a group of people to just listen for a minute when they're all busy doing?

[The cafeteria when Peter was stalking them all around school sort of came to mind. Or basically any time when he was trying to talk and people were too busy doing anything but listening.]

[better]

[Erica shrugs.]

I sort of spent most of the time trying to not have people notice me. I don't think they do it on purpose, but I'm sure that eventually it'll even out. They'll come to you for the idea or something.

[She smiles at him.] I'm coming to you for this.

[teenyoda]

They wouldn't come to me if I had a giant sign that said 'Ideas' that glowed and spewed off fireworks while they were in the dark and completely out of ideas.

[He'd consigned himself to that sad, sad fact. But that last bit had him giving her a sideways smile.]

Yeah, but how many options do you have?

[better]

I could go alone. [She wouldn't want to, but if he said no she wasn't going to ask anyone else.]

That's... it's not saying that you're my only choice in the bad way. It's not like I'm stuck with this. I'm choosing you because that's what my choice is.

[teenyoda]

No, you don't have to. I'll go. I'm just...

[He stretched out his legs, leaning back and bracing himself up with his hands as he gave an awkward shrug.]

Surprised that you're asking, that's all.

[better]

You've talked to me about things. Things from home, even the ones that other people probably wouldn't.

[Derek just shuts her out. He tells her how it is going to be and that's that. She's not allowed to ask questions because all he does is frown at her, cross his arms and not talk to her. Isaac -- she's pretty sure Isaac is done talking about it and that's fine, but she knows that he has too much on his mind right now and she's not going to explain how she's deciding to heal herself in a risky magical move that puts her brain in the hands of a God.]

You seemed the right person to ask.

[teenyoda]

[He would have asked if it was about all the completely illegal things he'd done since this whole werewolf debacle had started, but she was less aware of those things than anyone and he was pretty sure those weren't deciding factors.]

I can go, but I'm probably going to be nosy and ask questions. God or not, I'd like to know that they know what they're doing, or at least have a vague idea.

[better]

That's fine. [She picks the rabbit up again and puts it on her lap.]

Merlin had Derek, Scott, and Isaac looming over him and threatening him. Questions will be an upgrade to threats.

[teenyoda]

Threats never seem to work well for me. They just seem to make people laugh.

[better]

I can't... [She frowns.]

Yeah, I can't picture your threats actually being threatening. It might be your word choices.

[teenyoda]

Hey, I'm very creative when I come up with a threat.

I think it's the lack of two hundred and fifty pounds behind them that makes them seem less plausible.

[better]

I think maybe the creative might be your downfall. You could just be direct and if you had an extra two-fifty on you... that would be really unhealthy.

[teenyoda]

Not an extra two-fifty. God. I'd be a mountain. But maybe bigger than Derek-hulk size to back up a threat. The worst I can do now is elbow someone in a sensitive spot.

[better]

Do you have really pointy elbows? [She's teasing now.]

[teenyoda]

I'm fifty percent sarcasm and fifty percent sharp angles.

[better]

[She shakes her head and glances down to the rabbit asleep in her lap. The ears twitching every so often.]

The whole package.

[teenyoda]

You'd think so, right?

[There's a small depreciating smile as he looks down at his feet.]

So, when do you want to do this probably really irresponsibly dangerous thing?

[better]

In four days. I just, I want to make sure that I have time to ... to back out, I guess. I don't want it to be this rush, just because of everything that happened.

In the morning though.

[teenyoda]

[That she was giving herself time to think about it was what gave it a better light in his head. He nodded, picking at a blade of grass.]

Okay. Yeah, I can do that. Just remind me the night before so I can set an alarm.

[better]

[She nods.] I can do that.

[Erica pets the top of the rabbit's head, making sure not to wake it up.]

Are you okay? I mean, with everything that's gone on I'm sure everyone sort of... just puts it all on you.

[teenyoda]

[Oh, you sweet summer child. You had no idea. But he shrugged and dug his nail into the blade of grass, cutting it in half.]

Hey, do you see me crumbling?