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okay. I'll meet you there.

[Shit shit this is turning into too big of a deal. He shows up at her door after ten minutes, too anxious to wait in his room. He spends any remaining time sitting on the floor with his back against her door. He looks tired, in fact, he's got light dark circles. That's not what he's there for, and it's about his drug, not Sally, but he does look nervous.]

[ sally's actually just next door, and she spots him pretty much right when she steps out into the hall. she hesitates for a second, less about the fact that he's already here and more because he looks like crap and she's kind of worried? then she's heading his way again, trying not to look too terribly concerned when she asks: ] You okay? [ it's a little slow, trying to sound casual. ] I just mean, you're kind of rocking the whole raccoon look. [ a hand lifts to gesture a finger in a semi-circle under her eye. the other hand, meanwhile, is carrying what looks like a small bowl with a blanket inside by the rim at about hip level. in that bowl are two tiny shapes, but they're not really moving right now, so they're not drawing too much attention. ]

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[The tiny shapes don't really filter through right now with his nervousness. But he offers her a smile.] Yeah, of course. Just, uh... just... nightmares.

[That was a partial truth, but it wasn't a very slick one. He stands up, taking a step away from her door so she can open it if she wants.] How are you?

[ she can believe it, though. nightmares suck. she figures he's shady about it because he doesn't want to talk about what the nightmares were, which is fine with her. it's not like she's telling him about the skeletons in her closet, either.

for the record, she looks... a lot better than the last time he saw her. the lack of goop is a huge improvement, but she also looks like she's doing the coping thing a bit better now too. still, she looks a little tired in her own way, and she's still not quite past the 'sweat-pants and lazy hair' phase yet. although she might be if she were going anywhere but next door, who even knows. ]

Better, [ she says to his question, then lifts her shoulder and admits: ] -ish.

[ when he steps out of the doorway, she swipes her wrist to open the door and heads inside, kicking a pair of discarded jeans neatly under the bed and setting the bowl up near her pillow. then turns to face him, sitting down on her bed and pulling her legs up cross-legged. ] So what's up?

That's good. [He follows her in, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets.]

So...

[He hesitates, still standing up near the door. He's not sure where to sit or stand, and he already feels like he's cornering her with some of these questions. He starts with the easiest one, in probably the worst way.] So I was talking to Stiles... and he said something that I was curious about.

Oh my god. [ no good conversation has ever started with 'so i was talking to stiles'. ] I'm just going to tell you right now to totally disregard that whole conversation. [ she doesn't even have to know what he said to say that. ]

[He can't help but chuckle at that.] It's not so bad, it's just... well, he brought up my age and hinted that the information came from you.

I just... I wanted to know if you mentioned it because it bothered you, or what.

[ she almost says 'oh my god' again but realizes she'd be repeating herself, so the breath she took to say it gets exhaled as an awkward laugh as she shakes her head. ] Trust me, it's not like that at all. [ but how does she explain what it's like without sounding totally immature..... give her a second, she's working on it.

yeah, she's got nothing. that pretty much just leaves some form of the truth. ] So okay, I met you through that drinking game, right? Well apparently that was the day Stiles kind of made it his actual literal mission to be the biggest possible cockblock at any given time, so he was - I don't know, trying to tell me that hitting on you was a bad idea or something.

Aaaand being the totally classy and mature person that I am, I might have kind of thrown it in his face how totally wrong he was, and he tried to say you were old, and I tried to say you were only 41, and-... yeah. [ welp that sure was a thing. she's lifting her hand to rub at the back of her neck a little. ]

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[He stands there and stares at her for about three seconds before he bursts into laughter and goes over to her, sitting on the edge of her bed beside her.] Hey, it's okay.

[He reaches for her hand, just to give it a light squeeze.]

I'm not the most classy and mature person, remember?

[Also she said cockblock. Now he's like ????? did she mean she wants to do me or not????? but he's keeping that to himself.]

[ oh my god it's just a saying, john

either way, she lets him take her hand, leaning to casually nudge just below his shoulder with hers. ]

So that was the mysterious 'something else'? [ she definitely totally thought it'd be worse. ]

[He gives her a soft grin.] Yeah... and-... well, I just saw a bandage on your leg and I wanted to make sure you're okay.

[ that one, she's a little more prepared for. ] No, yeah - that's not, like, an injury or anything. [ but the concern is both noted and appreciated. ] It's just. An old scar that I kind of got tired of people jumping to stupid conclusions about, I guess.

Oh. Okay. Just worried about you.

[He smiles.] Now are you gonna tell me what's in that bowl?

[ ...he didn't ask. huh.

she's not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth, instead slipping her hand out of his to grab for the bowl. but when she brings it forward to show him, it's... empty? sally looks sharply worried for a second, but as soon as she lifts her elbow to glance behind her, she figures out why it was empty: both of the tiny hedgehogs had already climbed out and were making tracks for the new human.

she scoops them up with careful fingers and sets them on her lap instead. the smaller one, about an inch long and bronze-ish in color, decides to stay put and peer john's way. the larger black one, however, shows no hesitation in wandering his direction to investigate. ]

I've never really been a pet person, but it's not like I'm going to say no to a gift. [ she reaches down to stroke buttons (the bronze one) gently down her back with one finger. ] And I mean, they're also the actual cutest, so.

Me neither, but you're right.

[He watches Rhino make his way over to him, then reaches out with one finger to stroke down his back.]

They were actually buttons a few days ago - like, coat buttons? [ which explains their size. she lifts a shoulder in a casual half-shrug. ] I know a guy. He's kind of a wizard. [ either way, they're her hedgehogs now. ]

[He looks up, then shakes his head.] Of course there's a wizard on this ship. Who is he? Friend of yours?

Friend, neighbor, self-proclaimed bodyguard. [ a dismissive sort of hand-wave. he's totally a good wizard, don't worry. ] I actually know a couple of them, but I'm pretty sure the other one thinks I'm nuts.

Hm. The more you know. I haven't met many magical people I don't think.

[Pause.] Except maybe that really tall woman with the pretty hair.

[He's having trouble remembering her name.]

[ she grins a sort of confused grin, then shakes her head. ] I have no idea who you're talking about, sorry.

Kinda glowy with pointy ears? Gala... something.

[He waves a dismissive hand.] Doesn't matter. She was nice, though. Anyway, I'd like to see your bodyguard do some magic.

That could probably be arranged. [ with the amount that sirius is taking up some amount of space in her room, it could definitely be arranged. in fact: ] One of these days, I'll cook for you. Pretty much every time I'm in the kitchen he ~happens to show up~, so that's kind of a shoe-in.

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Cook for me? [He looks up eagerly. He loves food and can't cook.] Sounds good to me.

[ she almost laughs. ] Don't get too excited, I'm not exactly that great at it.

Can't be worse than me. [Leans in conspiratorially] I burn everything.

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