teenyoda | Eachdraidh IC Inbox

Well. I suppose I'm not without men that annoy me as well.

[And by "annoy me" he means "attempt to have me hanged or otherwise killed every now and again," but you know. To-may-to, to-mah-to.

He sets the little thing down on the table just over the bowl of half-spilled milk.]

We could see if she'll drink it from the bowl, and if not, I'll use some cloth.

Okay. You go nuts with that, wolf-whisperer. Hey, is Ghost jealous you've got a cute younger model?

[He grinned as he moved back to give the wolf cub and the man more room, closing up his books and going to put them back so they wouldn't get milk, or worse, all over them.]

Might be he is. [He feels like just half of a man, almost. Since Reynard, since they'd shared their senses on purpose, Ghost hasn't been but a dozen yards from his side, and now... He's gone much farther. Jon can't tell much, but he can tell that.] He took off this morning - to hunt, maybe. I've not seen him since. [And right after he got his own boon, telling him he might warg with multiple wolves at once now. Honestly, the damned creature had better come back soon.]

You should get him his own pizza. He might be a wolf, but he's a boy wolf. We're easy to please. Food and affection and we're yours. Well, not yours, but you get my meaning.

[Jon laughs, as the direwolf pup thankfully begins to lap up the milk with no aid necessary.]

If that were the truth of it, being Lord Commander would be nowhere near so awful a headache. [He plucks another cookie off the plate without asking, thanks bud.] Though food, the Wall won't have for long, at the rate we were going.

[Help yourself, bro. Just don't take the last one. Jerk.]

See, if you just gave all your little under-commanderlings a little pat on the head or butt or whatever you guys do on 'The Wall' and some nachos and pizza? You'd win whatever war you have out of them just wanting more of what you got. Totally true.

[No promises, bro.]

Half of them want me dead, I scarcely think patting their heads or their arses would do me much good. [Pizza might have some merit, though... don't mind Jon just mentally filing that away for later.]

[He will totally fight you for the last cookie. Don't even go there.]

You never know. You'd be surprised at how easily we're manipulated. We're men. We're not that complicated.

Might be you are, but I'm not.

[You know nothing, Jon Snow.]

[Stiles just looked at Jon, then grinned and shook his head, lifting a hand to clap him on the back.]

Sure you're not, buddy. Sure you're not.

[He so was.]

[Jon puffs out a sigh of why do I like this guy so much??]

You're bloody impossible, you know that?

Me? Nah. I'm just your typical teenager. You, on the other hand... Mister sword swinging He-Man. Yeah.

[He moved a little closer to the table so he could get a look at the paw, seeing if it was working like it should on her.]

[It does seem to be working as well on her as it did on Ghost! She looks up from the milk and licks at his hand when he gets too close.]

What's my sword got to do with it?

[Eww. Milky dog slobber. That gets wiped on his pants and he moves back, happy that she'll be good in no time.]

Considering I'm pretty sure you sleep with that thing? What doesn't it have to do with it?

I don't sleep with it. [He just uses his direwolf as a pillow. And keeps the sword at his bedside.] It's Valyrian steel. [Read: completely priceless. Just ask House Lannister, they tried to buy one for decades but not even the poorest houses would sell.] I'm not going to just leave it lying about in someone else's castle.

[He just looked at Jon for a minute, then laughed.]

Dude, it's your binky.

My what?

[He has no idea what that is, but it just sounds insulting.]

Your security blanket. Your teddy bear. Your thing you can't not have with you or you get sad. Seriously. I've never seen you without it, even in the castle.

Jon has a binky.

[Omfg Stiles you're fired from Jon's Best Eachdraidh Friend spot.]

Last time I went to a feast I near got killed. I'm not looking to be anywhere without it.

[Lies, all lies.]

Fair enough. But it's still your binky. Hey, no judging. I bring my staff everywhere.

[He also called his staff Lola, so...]

[He is a man grown Stiles he doesn't have a binky darnit.]

It's practical! [You say no judging but Jon can hear you judging.] Aye, I've not heard you call that your binky.

[He's a teenage boy and he has a binky. DWI.]

Because it's not. It's Lola. My binky's my pillow, which I don't have here. I haven't slept well without it.

[Woe is him, Jon. Feel so bad for him now. He has no pillow.]

What's a Lola, then? [No sympathy, Stiles. None!] Why have you not asked for it as your boon, then?

Lola? It's a name. A girl's name. For my staff. I mean, you gotta name your stuff, man.

[He shrugged, moving to go sit down now that the pup had finished the milk and looked to be healed up nicely.]

Better things to wish for. I've had a lot going on and a good night's sleep just hasn't really been my number one priority.

My sword has a name.

[All the best swords have names Stiles!! What kind of chump sword do you think Jon has?]

You're not really having trouble sleeping, are you? [Jon sleeps like the actual dead when he has time for it, the idea of not being able to for months on end is awful.]

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