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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]

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.

[bullhorned]

That happen a lot where you're from? People getting sticks in their asses?

[teenyoda]

Depends on what corner of the porn world you walk into.

[Pegging, Gendry. It was a thing.]

[bullhorned]

Porn world. Was that the food? Or the bit with the whores and spanking with sheep and sex things?

[He's TRYING to remember these crazy new words. But it's hard to keep them straight.]

[teenyoda]

Whores and spanking with-- Just... yeah. Porn is sex. Food is... food.

[Gendry... God.]

Though, you could mix the two. Some people do that. Food porn. Porn with food.

[bullhorned]

Seems a bit messy, that. That something you do?

[With how much Stiles goes on about sex and porn and things like that, he imagines Stiles to be rather fixated on the stuff. He probably would have gotten along great with Gendry's father.]

[teenyoda]

Are you asking me if I'd like to have a naked woman lying on my bed covered in whipped cream, chocolate sauce, and maraschino cherries? Because if that's what you're asking me, the answer is yes.

[bullhorned]

[Even Gendry can't help but find that an appealing image and he doesn't even know what half of those things were. But a naked woman is a naked woman and after those few days sharing a saddle, well...]

Mayhaps you ought to make that your next boon.

[Or maybe Gendry should.]

[teenyoda]

As nice of a fantasy as that is, I couldn't do it.

[Sigh.]

I prefer my ladies to like me for me, not show up magically and do whatever happens because they've been ordered to.

[Stiles was a romantic. No whores for him. Not even chocolate covered ones.]

But hey, maybe you should. Let off a little steam. Get that stick that's not up your ass out of it...

[bullhorned]

[Funny thing was, Gendry was no different. He'd long ago passed on his chance to have a whore-sister in his bed.]

My ass will manage on its own. Be a waste of a boon, besides.

[teenyoda]

I guess it would be. I mean, unless it was something you could summon up whenever the, ah, urge hit. Some magical construct that vanished when you were... finished and showed up when you activated the... whatever it was. Charm? Lamp? Oh my god, a sexy genie would be amazing.

[And still something he wouldn't partake of, though he'd certainly use the imagery for... personal time.]

[bullhorned]

[He frowned as he thought of how Stiles wished for a woman that simply ceased to exist whenever not being used for sex. He imagined how many of the men he knew would be happy for just that. The thought sat poorly with him.]

It's amazing you manage to do anything, seeing as you leave your cock to do all your thinking.

[teenyoda]

[Gendry... that's not what he wants at all. It's a nice dream, but if he can't fathom getting a prostitute, he wouldn't be able to bang a magical construct either.]

I'm a teenage boy just about to come into my sexual peak and I'm flooded with hormones. It'd be more surprising if I wasn't thinking of it. Seriously, with as much testosterone as you're packing, I'm going to call you a lying liar if you don't think of it too.