IC Contact Post For Tushanshu & Nematon

[skybluejeep]

 

Hi, you've reached the Stud Muffin. Can't answer the phone right now. Why are you even calling? Texting. Wave of the future.

BLEEP.
 

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[skybluejeep]

[Stiles hums into it, and yes, he does feel considerably better. Okay, so cheering up with a boyfriend is a time-honored tradition, nothing wrong with it.]

...Have I mentioned recently that you're a fantastic kisser?

Nematon/Text

[lefthandedgenius]

Time for another round of "Stiles & Lyidia Do the Research". You game? Today's topic: stoneskinned corpses. Basilisks, medusa, and cockatrice on the table thus far. Your place or mine? Regardless, if you can get the coroner's report dot dot dot

[The rave never happened, ok.]

Nematon/Text

[skybluejeep]

I'm so on it. We're so on it. Gorgons would be right up this town's alley, wouldn't they?

When's good for you?

[Well, good, because the killer hangover he had would beg to differ.]

[lefthandedgenius]

After school? Pick a place. Re: gorgons, I do not envy their stylists.

[skybluejeep]

God, can you imagine? Rollin' up to Supercuts, just a little off the top please, BAM, stoneface. No tip, either.

[garou]

[ Okay, he looks just a little smug. ] Maybe a couple of times. I don't really remember.

[lefthandedgenius]

I really can't imagine any gorgon with good taste rolling up to Supercuts, period. Only the finest salons for the ladies with the persssssnickety hair.

[skybluejeep]

[He snorts a laugh to himself at that. Well done, Lydia, that's a joke worthy of him.]

Oh, of course. Vidal Sasssssssoon.

[lefthandedgenius]

[She shouldn't find this funny but she does.]

Oh, you're hysssterical.

Think you can get the coroner's report and be at my house by sixish or am I coming to you? Usual dinner pick up rules apply.

[skybluejeep]

Hiss-terical.

I'll come to you. I have to butter up my dad, he's still not 100% pleased with how I dealt with my mom. But I'll be there.

Chinese or gyros?

[lefthandedgenius]

omg lamb gyros plz.

He should cut you some slack. It's not like dealing with a resurrected parent falls under the 'normal teenage emotional rebellion' range of expected emotions.

I want to know if you're okay but don't tell me now. Tell me in person.

[She wants to see his face when he tells her.]

[skybluejeep]

Lamb gyros it is, lady.

And yeah, okay.

[He's still not really great, honestly. But he's getting better.]

wrong icon dammit

[lefthandedgenius]

see you soon.

[That's why she wants to see him in person. Because it's a lot easier to lie about things over text.]

[skybluejeep]

Careful with that ego, Snubbull. You'll have trouble fitting through doors.

[He moves in for another kiss, just enjoying his time with him.]

[garou]

[ Derek huffs, and pulls away just before Stiles gets to kiss him, raising an eyebrow. ] Okay, spill it, what's a Snubbull?

[skybluejeep]

...You never played Pokemon? Dude.

[He looks positively scandalized, and gleeful. Oh dear.]

Snubbull is a grumpy dog Pokemon. He goes around frowning every single day. He's also adorable and pink. He's you in Pokemon form.

[garou]

[ Flatly. ] Pink.

[skybluejeep]

Yup.

[Smirk smirk smirkity smirk.]

[garou]

I'm a pink dog. [ Still flatly. ]

[skybluejeep]

Yup.

[Still smirking.]

[garou]

You're right. You're fine. I'm going home.

[skybluejeep]

Noooooo~

[He jumps up into Derek's arms, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, and laughs.]

If it makes you feel any better, I'm, like, the most annoying Pokemon there is. I'm Mr. Mime or something.

[garou]

I don't even know what that is. [ But, to his credit, he doesn't instantly drop Stiles on the ground. ]

[skybluejeep]

When we get home, you're playing my copy of Pokemon Silver, dude.

[garou]

After we're done watching all those Disney movies, right?