[Video | Day 105]

[undomesticated]

Locked to Stiles:

Hey. You hungry?

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[runboyrun]

Yes.

[Stiles is a seventeen-year-old boy. He's always hungry.]

[undomesticated]

Do you like fish?

[runboyrun]

If you managed to find edible fish fingers around here, I will call you Jesus from here on in.

[undomesticated]

Nope, sorry. You're out of luck. All I have is real fish. But I'm pretty good at basic cooking, so... if maybe you don't mind non-processed food I have an extra plate.

[runboyrun]

...Are you inviting me to dinner, Ms. Riley?

[There go the brows. He shifts he communicator just so she can see the brows.]

I'll be over in like, five? Ten, tops. If I'm not, send out the sniffer wolves.

[undomesticated]

I might be, Mr. Stilinski.

[The brows make her laugh and she gives him a small shake of her head. He's ridiculous.]

That'll give me time to actually make your plate. I'll be out back in the yard.

[runboyrun]

[He loves that she appreciates his dorky sense of humour.]

So, what kind of fish did you catch? I'm not gonna lie, I've only actually eaten the processed kind, but I am open to experimentation.

Take that as you will.

[undomesticated]

The kind that I had to scale and clean and fillet. I promise, it doesn't look like a fish anymore. No head or tail.

[Even if the cheek meat had been removed and added to his plate because that was totally the most succulent fish meat ever.

No reason why he got it all either. None at all. Nope.]

Hey, you keep up that kind of talk and I might take you up on it. Now get your butt over here.

[runboyrun]

I promise, I'm not grossed out. I was grossed out by the idea of cutting off Derek's arm, and the mess Ennis made of Scott, but I am totally over meat looking like dead animals.

[No reason at all, huuuuh?]

I'm getting, I'm getting! [Enjoy your sudden wobbly view of the road and the houses going by as he walks.]

[undomesticated]

Oh, yum.

[That was said completely sarcastically. He should recognize that tone.

And no. No reason at all. >>]

You're going to keep me company on the whole walk over? Aww, I'm touched.

[Meanwhile, the view of her face shifted as she decided that she should get the veggies she'd gotten off Balthazar and while foraging together. Teenage boys couldn't live off fish alone.]

[runboyrun]

Yeah, there comes a point in your life when you stop going "Eugh!" every time you walk into a butcher's ad just go "Eh, dead pig."

[Behold, Stiles' practical lack of squeam.]

Yeah, I would listen to music or play some games, but wouldn't you know, I'm phone-less. And this thing won't download MP3s.

[undomesticated]

[How very practical, Stiles. Wait until she invites you hunting and cleans and dresses her kills in front of you.]

I miss my iPod.

[She said that with a sigh that he could probably hear, the view on the room around her as she finished making the plates before it started jiggling and moving as she went out to the back yard.]

[runboyrun]

[He can handle it. He's watched Game of Thrones - up until about episode eight, because NED ;-;]

God, I know. I miss my PS.

[undomesticated]

Hah! I knew you were a gamer boy.

[More juggling and moving until she got to where she'd set everything up, putting everything where it should be before sitting down and grinning at the screen.]

Just like the boys.

['The boys' being her brothers.]

[runboyrun]

Guilty as charged.

[He holds up a hand in mock-surrender.]

What can I say? I'm every nerdy stereotype.

[undomesticated]

Yeah?

[Things she shouldn't say in 3...2...1...]

Is it true what they say about nerds with big hard drives?

[She was trying so hard not to bust out laughing.]

[runboyrun]

[And now he's gone and tripped over his feet.]

...What do they say about nerds with big hard drives?

[undomesticated]

Oh, you know. That they have a lot of RAM to back them up...

[Have a pair of wiggling eyebrows yourself, Stiles.]

[runboyrun]

That does explain why everyone wants the (D:), I guess.

[Dem brows right back at you.]

[undomesticated]

[Okay, she laughed. Like, really laughed.]

Oh my god. You are just too much, Stiles.

[runboyrun]

[He just grins all over his face. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to someone genuinely finding him funny.]

[undomesticated]

Hurry up and get here or I'm starting without you.

[She pointed her communicator at the plates, hovering her hand over one and making 'woo' sounds.]

[runboyrun]

...You know, it says a lot that I find it weirdly refreshing that you don't just sniff the air and know that I'm right outside.

[Okay, that's an exaggeration. He's within waving distance.]

[undomesticated]

Wind's blowing in your direction. I can't control that.

[She turns and looks around, seeing him and smiling while she waves.]

Look, I provided food for a hungry and growing boy.

[That had absolutely no double meaning whatsoever.]

[runboyrun]

[He grins and waves back. Arm way over his head and flailing like they're a mile apart. What? He's happy to see her.]

Wow. And you were seriously gonna tackle that lot on your own? Wait, you're a were. Duh, self.