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    Do not leave important questions to text messages. Rhodey and Tony learn the hard way.

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    28 May 2020

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    Jim grinned and dodged the second snap. Before Tony could take a third shot, he grabbed the towel and yanked it free. "Sure. When hell freezes over."

    Tony scrambled after the towel while Jim twisted to keep it out of his reach. "You know that's what they said about me ever getting married, right?"

    "...damn it." Jim ducked under one of Tony's arms, then came up and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Tony, I want you to listen to me carefully. You know what the letters DP stand for right? Other than domestic partnership?"

    Deep lines appeared on Tony's forehead as he frowned. "Davis-Putnam algorithm?"

    "No," Jim hissed, shaking him once. "Double penetration, that's what."

    At first, Tony didn't respond. Then the blood slowly drained out of his face. "Oh God."

    "Exactly!" Jim let go and shoved the towel at him. "Be more careful when you text, man."

    The towel dropped from Tony's hands to the polished hardwood. "No— No, you don't understand—" He rubbed his face, but he'd gone so pale that it barely brought any blood back to his cheeks. "I text messaged an invite to Wiccan and Hulkling just before you got here."

    Back by the leg press, Tony's phone let out a cheerful chime.

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    When Scott shows up in the middle of the night with a shoebox and a desperate expression, Danny knows exactly how to react. Unfortunately, slamming the door is less effective than you might think.

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    28 May 2020

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    Scott blinked and clutched a battered shoebox to his chest. He didn't move deeper into the apartment, just stood on the little tile entry point looking completely out of place on the 127.0.0.1 mat. "Uh, that's kind of complicated. Here? Sort of."

    Danny froze. Looked down at the shoe box. Up at Scott. "No."

    Incredibly, Scott had the gall to look hurt. "I haven't even asked you yet!"

    "You don't need to." Danny pointed at the shoebox. It was just a shoebox. Completely normal, a little worn at the edges. Except there was no reason for Scott to be carting around a shoe box at any time of day, much less at three in the morning. "Whatever's in there, I don't want anything to do with it. I don't care if it's a portal to Narnia, or a pile of gold that makes more gold or another freaking bottled djinn. The answer is no."

    "It's Stiles and Derek."

    Danny stared. "That's even worse!" Throwing up his hands, he turned and marched toward the kitchenette for a beer. If he was going to have his late-night Warcraft session interrupted, he was damn well going to get a beer out of it.

    Of course, Scott followed, carrying along—fuck him—Stiles and Derek. "It's not what you think," he explained earnestly, in that way only Scott could when things like people in shoeboxes came up. He set the box carefully on the kitchen bar, curling his arms around it like he was five seconds from hugging it again. Now that it was settled, Danny could just make out tiny scraping noises coming from inside. "Malia got attacked by this magic book thing and—"

    "No, McCall, let's try this again. I. Don't. Care." Bending over, Danny pulled out a beer from the fridge and popped the top off the bottle pointedly, staring at the shoebox of questionable contents. Stiles and Derek. Fuck his life. He took a pull. "Find someone else to do it."

    "It's just for a few hours," Scott begged. "Maybe even less. Deaton said the spell is really weak. It'll wear off as soon as we take out the thing that did it. You just have to watch them for a little while." He sagged downward, like he was on his way toward his knees. Which, okay, was one of those fantasies of Scott Danny had had more than a few times in high school. But that had been in high school, when hot boys who were actually murderous creatures of the night were a passing kink rather than depressing norm.

    Another drink. It was really all he had. "Why don't you do it? Or one of your pack?"

    "We have to go find the book demon, and we can't just leave them at Derek's house. He has cats." Scott said it like it was the most logical thing in the world.

    The scratching had gotten louder in the box, accompanied by the occasional squeak. On a hunch, Danny reached over and carefully lifted the box lid. Inside was some sort of sawdust bedding and a scattering of pellets. Two brownish-gray mice were huddled together in the far corner. No, not huddled. They were—

    "Jesus Christ!" He slammed the lid down before his delicate eyes could be permanently scarred. "What the hell, Scott?"

    "They do that a lot," Scott nodded, apparently completely at ease with carrying around a shoebox full of gay mouse porn. "You won't have to do anything—they have food. Please, Danny?"

    Danny tried. God, how he tried. But Scott was staring at him, and Danny had a history of weakness when it came to dark-haired boys with big brown eyes. "Fine," he grumbled, looking away.

    "You're the best." Werewolf reflexes in full gear, Scott grabbed Danny over the bar and hugged him before he could escape. "I'll come get them as soon as I can, okay? Thanks again!" One more squeeze, and then Scott was running. Before Danny could even think about changing his mind, Scott was out the door and down the hall, leaving the shoebox on the bar.

    Sighing, Danny looked down at the box. The sounds had, if anything, only gotten louder. Out of sheer masochistic curiosity, he lifted the lid again.

    Yup. Still fucking.

    Damn it.

    Tossing back his beer, Danny put the lid back on, put the empty bottle on top for security and then went back to his game. At least those werewolves he could deal with.

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    "Welcome to the 21st century, here's a ID card, sixty years of back pay and a pet genius inventor to sexually service you. Don't worry, he's had all his shots. Just don't let him near any boxes of scraps."

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    27 May 2020

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    Very good

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    “I think we should get married,” Tony announced as he let himself into Steve’s apartment, plopping next to him on the couch.

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    09 May 2020

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    The picture of himself and Lan Zhan that the gossip and rumors are painting is alluring, tempting, captivating – in love, together, kissing, sleeping together every night - oh, how captivating. A far better picture than Wei Wuxian sitting in a inn missing Lan Zhan with every breath after three weeks at Nie Huaisang’s whining about how much he missed Lan Zhan and yet not quite daring to do something about it; meanwhile Lan Zhan is being His Excellency and making the cultivation world hopefully better, but on his own, possibly missing Wei Wuxian as well. (Hopefully missing him, Wei Wuxian is selfish enough to think.)

    Maybe it’s time to be a little daring – and make the rumors come true, one at a time.

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    09 May 2020