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Right, so. Public service announcement.

[the guy on the screen epitomizes scruffy teenager: leather jacket, hair in need of a brush, days worth of stubble on his face. those familiar with peter might think that he seems kind of extraordinarily calm. actually, those unfamiliar with peter might think that too, considering their situation. he doesn't seem happy, exactly, not drugged or faking it, just...really zen.]

Big brown wolf you might see wandering around sometimes? That's me. And yeah, I know the teeth are super impressive, but despite all rumors and recent shenanigans to the contrary, bloodlust is not my personal MO. A wolf is a wolf, though, not a labrador. Don't try to hurt me or touch me while I'm eating and everything will be cool.

End public service announcement.

[he makes to cut the feed and then pauses.]

Oh, and the other guys are okay now. Claws retracted and all that. If they become not okay, do us all a favor and call me along with the local hero squad. That kind of shit is what happens when you bring werewolves to the damn moon.

Right, last thing. Stanley, I still have a bunch of your stuff if you want it.

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It's bullshit. But leaving's kinda out.

Basically what I meant, yeah. Already tired of being stuck inside all the time.

[his hands sketch the shape of a small box. peter wouldn't have counted himself claustrophobic, exactly, but the lack of elbow room is getting to him.]

Huh? Oh. Yeah.

[Stanley's a bit of a housecat himself, so it hasn't really occurred to him until now. Though he's mostly been sitting around being miserable, so he wouldn't have honestly put freedom to any better uses anyway.]

[he snorts.]

Be glad it doesn't bug you, man.

Oh, yeah, I still have your shit. You want it, or should I keep holding onto it on account of the little princess there?

Why? She wouldn't know how to roll it anyway, it's cool.

[Yeah, he's probably not the best person to look after a kid. Oh well.]

More worried about her eating it. Or drooling on it. Or both. But either way, you can swing by whenever.

She drools on all my stuff, I don't care.

[Though it probably wouldn't be good if she ate it. Hmm. Maybe he'd better put it out of her reach. Good thinking, Petey.]

Dude, it's dried plant. Baby drool bad.

No way, I thought it was leprechaun dandruff.

[Hopefully no leprechauns happen to be sitting nearby.]

I'll keep it in the veggie crisper in that case. What room you in?

See, that's why you've got me around to correct your misconceptions.

[room number goes here.]

Still hangin' with the dragon dude, so don't be surprised if he answers the door.

...You...live with a dragon?

[pThis place will never stop short circuiting his brain. Except, weirdly enough, STanley laughs. It even catches him by surprise. He hasn't layughed since that stupid party, before everyone got kidnapped. But the dragon and werewolf combo strikes some morbid funny note with him, even if he'd be hard pressed to explain why.]

I mean, yeah. I'll uh. I'll be ready for that.

Not exactly. Kind of a dragon person. But I didn't ask, seemed rude.

[he seems a bit pleased that stan laughs, though.]

Huh.

[That's a new one, alright. But not all that surprising around here.]

[peter shrugs.]

Weird, but we're supposed to go on a steak run through time, so I can't really complain.

What?

[He's totally sober right now and that still doesn't make sense.]

I guess people call them missions? Anyway, we're going on a mission to get meat, because I need way more protein than I'm getting and I guess dragon dudes also dig beef.

Oh.

[Well...it can't be easy, being a hungry mythological creature on the moon. It's lousy enough just bring a hungry teenage boy. That makes sense.]

You should go to the Southwest. Apparently there's nothing but chili and barbecue on the way to the Grand Canyon.

You have no idea how tempting that is, man. I really miss food that anybody would actually want to eat.

Hey, if you happen to have an extra cheeseburger or something when you get back...

Pretty sure we're buying in bulk, so to speak. And not at the grocery store. So there should be extra.

It'd be pretty weird to take a dragon dude to the grocery store anyway.

Try San Fransisco.

Good point.

But still probably easier to hit up a slaughterhouse or just hunt deer or buffalo or something.

Seriously? You're not gonna slobber all over it are you?

I'm gonna give it a big fucking wet kiss, Stanley, and then make sure that's the part you get to eat.

Gross.

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