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]

Of course you realize, this means war.

[Forget the pillow. Stiles throws his aside and moves in to just tackle Derek to the couch in a bear hug.]

[garou]

[ Derek doesn't budge an inch, though, so it's more like just an awkward hug. ] War? Really?

[skybluejeep]

Your Axis of Evil will fall, Hale!

[Pff, awkward hugging. It's like trying to wrestle a boulder.]

Cripes, am I really that weak? You're like sheet-rock, dude.

[garou]

I can punch through walls, remember?

[skybluejeep]

...Of course I remember that. And you're certainly the big bad wolf.

[He's still trying to pin him down though. It's horribly awkward and honestly a little sexy.]

[garou]

[ He's trying to ignore the sexy part, to be honest. He finally takes pity on him and flops onto the couch. ] Do I need to punch you again?

[skybluejeep]

No!

[He's sort of scrambling away, but not really.]

I've had enough of you hitting me or slamming me into a steering wheel for the rest of my life, thanks.

[garou]

[ Stiles is learning! Derek is impressed. ] You brought that on yourself.

[skybluejeep]

You didn't have to take your shirt off! It's not my fault Danny couldn't stop staring at your chiseled manliness.

[garou]

You were complaining about the dried blood, and you told me to change. What else was I supposed to do?

[skybluejeep]

Hey, hey! I wasn't complaining about the blood. Danny was.

But oh god, the look on your face when you put on that one old shirt of mine. I hadn't worn that thing since junior high, it was too small even for me.

[He momentarily collapses against Derek's shoulder, snickering, as he remembers the scene.]

[garou]

[ Derek huffs out his nose, clearly unimpressed. ] None of those shirts fit, Stiles.

[skybluejeep]

Yeah, but the orange and blue one really didn't fit.

It's not my fault you're built like a statue of a Greek god and I'm a pool noodle. I was just trying to nip a public health risk in the bud.

[garou]

What public health risk?

[skybluejeep]

Um. Blood-borne pathogens. All over your shirt.

Not to mention that if a werewolf bite makes you a werewolf, it's kinda obvious that werewolf blood isn't something we want just...hanging around.

[garou]

One, I wasn't an Alpha then, and only the Alpha bite does that. Two, that's not how it works, anyway.

[skybluejeep]

Then how does it work? Tell me everything.

[He flops back onto Derek. It's just this side of a cuddle, honestly.]

[garou]

It just does? I don't know. But it isn't like that. [ He frowns at Stiles, but doesn't push him off. ]

[skybluejeep]

"It just does." Cop out, dude. Total cop-out. You're the big bad born wolf around here, always giving Scott the line about how he knows nothing and you know everything and he needs to follow you, and you drop "it just does" at me.

Derek, you're lucky I like you.

[garou]

My apologies for werewolf biology not being taught in school or anywhere. I'll get right on that.

[skybluejeep]

Pfft. Come on, you have to know at least a little something about how lycanthropy is spread. A protein in an alpha's saliva? What?

I was studying prions in biology this year, I'm all up to date. Lay some knowledge on me, big guy.

[garou]

[ Derek sighs. ] I really don't know, Stiles, I just know that a lot of our makeup is different than humans. It's not like we're offering ourselves up to science for experimentation. If someone out there's figured it out, they haven't told me. [ He frowns briefly, thinking. ] I know that the.. black substance that we expectorate when tainted with wolfsbane or something like it is our body's way of rejecting the poison, kind of like how white blood cells work in humans, only way more violent and gross. It has something to do with the healing process, and how ours differ.

[skybluejeep]

So...black blood cells, maybe. Interesting. Maybe an attempt to encapsulate the poison with a pus-like substance, like humans do, only totally out of control, processing and healing so fast that there's just...left-over crud.

By the way, you're not allowed to offer yourself up for experiments. To anybody. Ever.

[garou]

[ Dryly: ] Well, if you insist.

[skybluejeep]

I do. I've watched enough episodes of bad sci-fi shows to know that never ends well.

...Okay, hold on, I take it back, you can offer yourself up to me for experiments, but not of the science kind.

[And he playfully waggles his eyebrows at him.]