( video 30 )

[studmuffin]

[ It’s Scott. He has his best friend finally in the City and seriously can anyone blame him for being excited? He knows that he should be at least a little bit upset about it - monsters, curses, weird mistletoe rituals - Scott shouldn’t be anywhere near those - but right now he can’t find it in himself to care. He feels good, energetic, alive. It might have something to do with the Red Bull and the pixie sticks though, might have led to the slightly shaky way he lets the feed slide across the room. ]

Supervet is a lame superhero name. [ Stiles sounds disapproving but who knows if he’s simply just decided to bring this up. ] Everyone tell Scott he needs a cool name. [ The video slides round until he’s grinning at the camera, mad hedgehog hair looking even more demented today. ] He doesn’t think he needs one but he is wrong.

[ Back to Scott it swings.

For his part, Scott is not expecting Stiles to be broadcasting the lamest argument ever. They’re just hanging in the living room, some of Scott’s library books splayed over the coffee table. He’s glad to have his best friend, too. ]

Why do I need a superhero name at all?

[ At this second? Little bit debatable because said best friend is videoing him. He looks up from his books. He squints. ]

Dude, are you filming this?

[ How long has this been going on? He sits back. Derek won’t be happy. People shouldn’t need to know he’s any kind of hero, thanks. ]

Yes, I am filming this. [ He literally sounds like he’s 0.001 seconds away from cackling like a villain in a movie, his shit-eating grin only getting wider. ] I am filming this because you need to realise how wrong you are, yo. [ Seriously Scott, calm down. It’s Supervet, not Superwolf. HE HAS KEPT THIS SECRET FOR A YEAR. Except from the people who know. Not his fault. ] I’m asking the audience.

[ Scott raises an eyebrow. He’d shake his head but he fights the urge. His best friend. Well, no reason but to humor him. So, it’s audience participation time! ]

What’s wrong with Supervet?

[ Replies will come from both Scott and Stiles! ]

Comments

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[affectioning]

You want Derek to kill you, don't you?

[ A pointed look as he puts the pencil in his hand down. Super-anything might invite questions neither one of them wants to ask. ]

He jumped on me after I said something to Ginny publicly. I keep forgetting everyone can see everything. [ Except now. ] And Supervet isn't that bad. Can you do better?

[ He throws a piece of popcorn at Stiles. ]

Why do I need a name, anyway?

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[studmuffin]

[ For some reason he finds that hilarious, Scott. ] Ha. If Derek hasn't killed me for the hundred and one things I've said about him before, he won't now. [ Most of them involve Stiles publicly ( and cursedly ) discussing his ass. ] He's cranky. That's his thing. Everyone in town thinks he makes me buy drugs or something. He doesn't talk to them.

[ The popcorn lands in his lap. He eats it anyway. ] 'Cause you do. You're trying to save all the fluffy animals and possibly all the terrifying ones. That's Superman stuff right there.

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[affectioning]

They think he makes you buy drugs?

[ Could, to the untrained eye, Derek seem like a drug dealer? ]

Not just save them. Maintain their health. Keep them from overpopulating. [ No kitty sluts that aren't meant to be there on his watch! ] Exactly. Superman. Supervet. It's simple. Straight to the point. Self explanatory.

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[studmuffin]

Well ... Hawkeye thought I was his sex slave. [ AHAHAHAHAHAHA SO FUNNY RIGHT, SCOTT. THAT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN, RIGHT SCOTT? ] Because you know - he lives in the woods, he doesn't talk to people, he's terrifying.

[ Throwing a pen at Scott. ] You mean you're not going to bring me an army of cats? Because that sounds cool.

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[affectioning]

[ Just. Stares. ]

His sex slave. Derek Hale's. [ Raised eyebrows. ] I could see that.

[ Horrible, you're horrible, Scott. He catches the pen. Take that, Stiles, and your kung fu fighting. ] What would you do with an army of cats? Do you want to be a crazy virgin cat lady? [ Scott could arrange that... ]

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[studmuffin]

No you could not. [ Stiles pretty much chokes on air and picks up his notebook as though that will distract Scott. Because a lot has changed since he got here: namely his feelings on the subject matter. ] Nobody could see that. Ever. At all.

[ >C ] Hey, can you stop the cats from flipping out around you?

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[affectioning]

[ Another laugh, a shake of the head as he turns back to his books and his pad. He has a point. He's just being difficult. ]

They have. [ He controlled that loooong ago. But, now he's thinking back to that lone dog and the missing soldier. Poor dog. Why is he thinking of that, now? ]

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[studmuffin]

[ Yes, let's go away from the subject of Derek Hale. ]

So we could totally get a cat?

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[affectioning]

If you wanted one? Should we ask Derek? [ It's his place. ]

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[studmuffin]

No, he'd eat it.

[ He glances at the books, then at his own, then tosses it down. ] Okay, this sucks. Where have you hidden the skittles?

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[affectioning]

[ He wouldn't eat the cat. ]

You get that putting food away doesn't mean it's hidden? One of the cabinets. [ But, what sucks? ]

[synanthrope]

Is he really a vet?

[studmuffin]

[ Sayaaaa, when are you going to leave Chase for Stiles? ]

Kind of. [ A pause. ] Not really. He's good with animals though. [ Giving Scott a thumbs up. ]

[synanthrope]

[Not likely]

I like your hair.

[studmuffin]

[ He'd be okay with a threesome. ]

Hey, thanks. [ Brightest grin. ] Were you okay? During the plague thing?

[synanthrope]

[They would make Stiles' brain explode]

Robert was very busy. I spent most of my time alone. But yes, I was fine.

[studmuffin]

[ He wouldn't tell Derek ! ]

Rob - oh, oh my god someone actually uses his first name? But yeah, that makes sense. He was super awesome.

[synanthrope]

Why wouldn't I? It's his name. He uses mine, you know.

[studmuffin]

It's just weird. It's like ... calling Iron Man 'Anthony', y'know? I mean it makes sense for you because you're Pepper Potts.

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[studmuffin]

[ Fake coughing. ]

The cabinet is so far away.

[affectioning]

Not actually. Just a vet's assistant. I worked at a clinic back home.

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[affectioning]

[ He's not getting up. Your legs are not broken. So, he will just look. ]

[synanthrope]

Except I'm a mechanical engineer.

[synanthrope]

Cats and dogs?

[affectioning]

Anything that came through. But, mostly. I'm Scott.