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[teenyoda]

[Hey, look at that. A step in the right direction. He was learning not to open his posts to the side that he was supposed to be fighting. And killing, if her royal glowiness had anything to say about it. Color him not impressed.

But, he was mentally digressing, the locket held in his hand and panned around his brand new shiny wizard's room.


He made sure to get everything in his little scan, showing off what looked like a chemistry set over on the table there and that glowing ball thing that hw as kind of avoiding because scary and everything that was just too cool for school about this room.]

Isn't this great? They gave me a room, totally warded and everything so I don't have to worry about causing earthquakes or setting anyone on fire. Well, outside of it. I could probably still set myself on fire. I'm trying to avoid that. Look, it even has my name on the door.

[Cue him going over and opening the door to show the stylized plaque that was adhered to the door with his name on it.]

Still not entirely impressed with being kidnapped and not being able to go home and the whole trying to kill me stuff, but this... goes a tiny way to making it better. Just a little bit. Ooh, look at this.

[The locket panned back over to a coat rack, where he'd hung up the cloak he'd found when he'd come in at first. It was a dark, dark red that had shimmery silver highlights when he moved it.]

I got a cloak. They're trying to make me a pretty pimp wizard. Hey, hey Radagast. Would that make me Stiles the Red?

[Have a beaming teenager as he turns the pendant around so he can grin into it.]

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[teenyoda]

Yeah, not sure if killing was the goal, buddy. Did you know you got gold for curing them? Like, lots of gold. Call me King Stiles now. Booyah.

[bullhorned]

If that was all what made a king, I'd be one already. I've more diamonds and rubies than I've any use for.

[teenyoda]

What? Where'd you get diamonds and rubies?

[And how come he didn't have any.]

[bullhorned]

Those giant worms? Their guts were filled with the stuff. After that, the fairy royals gave me a bag of the stuff to go with all that as well.

[Gendry is just well loved. That's all there is to it.]

[teenyoda]

Well... crap.

[He'd been a mere mortal during that and would have wound up being eaten by it, so... boo.]

[bullhorned]

If I'd have been a better fighter, I'd had enough to go buy my own castle. Mayhaps buy a wizard of my own.

[teenyoda]

[He snorted, knowing Gendry was messing with him now.]

You couldn't afford my rates, let alone a decent wizard's.

[bullhorned]

[It is how men show affection.]

I figure I could find something between you and decent what would serve.

[teenyoda]

[At least men didn't all go to the bathroom as a herd.]

Oh, look at you. You think you're funny. I almost hate to tell you you're not.

[bullhorned]

[Unless it involves a pissing contest. Those are important.]

Weren't trying to be funny. Just stating the truth of it is all.

[teenyoda]

[Highly important.]

Well, it just so happens that integrity can't be bought.

[So there.]

[bullhorned]

Shame that. How will you manage to get some now?

[teenyoda]

Again with mister scowlsalot thinking he's funny. Wow. Did you get some or something? Is this what non-broody Gendry looks like?

[bullhorned]

Get some what? Integrity? Oh aye, I've long had plenty.

[... because that's what he assumes Stiles means.]

[teenyoda]

[Such an eyeroll.]

Not what I meant, bonehead. I'm sure you and integrity are kissing cousins, but I was more referring to... you know. It.

[Wink wink nudge nudge.]

[bullhorned]

It? You mean have I fucked a girl before?

[teenyoda]

... I wasn't going to put it like that, no. I was more or less saying have you... ah, recently.

[Language, Gendry. There were small children, ladies, and Stileses present.]

[bullhorned]

[He was raised by George R. R. Martin. He doesn't know any better.]

Not... recently. [Or... ever...]

[teenyoda]

[So, basically him and Jon know...

...

...

Wait for it...

...

Nothing? =D]

Huh. See, that might have explained you pretending you were funny. Wait, no, I got it. You found a place to, ah, relieve any tensions you had.

[bullhorned]

Oh aye, I've been relieved of something.

[Namely responsibility of a certain redhead.]

[teenyoda]

[He'll take that, thank you.]

What, the stick up your ass?

[bullhorned]

I ain't the sort what goes for that kind of thing. [... or so he assumes the meaning of that phrase to be rather different.]

[teenyoda]

That sort of...?

Oh! Ahaha, no, wow, no. Do you really take everything so literally?

[bullhorned]

There some other way I was supposed to take it?

[teenyoda]

Um, yeah? Figuratively? Usually when someone says that someone has a stick up their ass, it's not that someone literally has a stick up their ass. It's that they're uptight.