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[Stiles appears on the feed, after giving his console a good solid thumping. He's peering into it like he can see right through the screen, trying to fix the unfixable. There's one momentary ghosting, a doubling of his image, but then it stabilizes.]

Hah! Percussive maintenance saves the day again.

Okay, got some stuff to talk about, and I can't give three ripping farts as to who or what is listening, so suck it. I'm gonna start making, like, World War Two style propaganda posters and sticking them up all over the place. Victory Gardens and War Bonds, guys. Let's make it happen. Bonus points if we can all dress like Gene Kelly and Ginger Rogers for the duration.

One! Late Memorial Day barbecue. Bring your own grilling goods, communal shared style. Pot luck style. Low on food so let's all share style. Thanks to Darcy for coming up with the idea, seriously, that girl is super awesome smart. And appropriate theme, because Jesus Harry Christ on a bouncing kangaroo, memorials all over.

Two! Had a really interesting dream last night involving a little boy, named Rio'era. Aaaaaand I've been led to understand this is a thing? Anybody else having weird dreams about little kids popping up and giggling a bit at you? Because wow it's borderline creepy. More than borderline, if I'm one hundred percent honest.

Three! Who put the ram in the ramalama ding dong?

Important question for the ages.

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In the dream, since that's where they seem so keen to play.

[ There's humour in Bakura's tone when he replies, obviously finding Stiles' unique conversational style interesting. ]

It just takes practice. Start small.

[You'd be surprised how many people start off amused by Stiles' motor mouth, and then get really freakin' sick of it really freakin' quick.]

'Kay. So if I find myself dreaming of a giggling little boy, give him a hamburger. Right.

You know, this isn't even the weirdest thing that's happened to me here, although it's breaking the top ten.

Or girl.

[ He'll send one your way if he can figure out how. ]

What's at the top of the list?

Nah, this turtle in my head is definitely a boy. At least that's how he's expressing his gender identity in the dream. Far be it from me to perpetuate the norms of society, though.

Oh, god. The top of the list is holding my boyfriend up in a pool while he was paralyzed from the neck down while we were being stalked by an eight foot tall humanoid murder lizard. No, that's not a metaphor.

[ Given the lightheartedness of Stiles' conversation until that point, the seriousness of the situation described catches him momentarily off guard. ]

... bad night, then.

Definitely not the best date we've been on, no.

Hopefully future ones turned out better.

[ But then not to derail too much... ]

If you happen to find a way to dissuade the boy from visiting, let me know.

[Stiles? Derailing his own conversations? That never happens.]

Wait, what? I never said I didn't want it to happen. Especially if this is actually a baby turtle. I'm invested now, man. I wanna baby turtle to call my very own. I'll pet it and hug it and call it George.

I didn't say you had to try. Just if you happen to come across the method incidentally.

But...why wouldn't you want a baby turtle? They're so cute!

Don't deny the cuteness in your life, dude. Embrace it, let it in, feel the cuteness flowing through you.

I don't need yet another voice in my head.

...Why, how many do you already have?

[ He suspects saying "ninety-nine" will prompt some kind of obscure joke so he doesn't. But his tone still suggests that making his response a punchline would be very unwise. ]

Many.

Holy crap, you're serious.

Uh. I hear they're doing marvelous things these days with Lithium.

[ He doesn't know exactly what that is, but the phrasing suggests that it's some kind of "fix" for it and Bakura doesn't appreciate that. Still, he holds his temper as Stiles' remarks are made more in ignorance of the situation than in mockery of it. ]

Stick to your jokes, nedjed. Your advice lacks context.

Nedj-... Wait, what did you just call me?

Does it matter?

Yeah. Because Ned Jed sounds like something you'd call a hillbilly in the Ozarks. I'm not milking your cows or cording your wood, dude.

Do you even know how much a cord of wood is?

It just means someone who likes to talk, whether he himself is he only one listening or not.

Approximately a hundred and twenty eight cubic feet, actually.

I go on Wikipedia binges a lot.

[ There's a noise of approval at that, whether to the correct knowledge or the Wiki binge is unclear (but possibly both) and a thoughtful pause. Stiles is surprisingly easy to talk to and Bakura doesn't normally elaborate or revise when he's given an answer, but he does in this case. ]

The hatchlings are children that don't know any better. Sometimes you let them make their own mistakes and learn, and sometimes you step in before they get hurt.

I'm getting that part, yeah. I feel like this is some ABC after school special, where two kids are assigned to "raise" an egg. And then it breaks, and they learn a very important lesson about responsibility or something.

Let's try to avoid that if possible. Enjoy your barbecue.

Edited 2014-05-31 03:49 (UTC)

It wasn't a date!!

[He snerks to himself, and turns back toward Derek's voice.]

Yeah, you didn't bring me flowers or anything!

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