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[originallutece]

is that a motherfucking homestuck reference in the year of our lord 2018

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[overshirts]

If you are, I have a question. If you weren't and this woke you up, I am sorry and this is just a dream and you should read this again at a decent hour. Like maybe ten? Or noon, I dunno, sleep in. Treat yourself.

[originallutece]

I am awake, yes. For your information, I usually rise at six or seven, though I appreciate the vague hope that I could possibly sleep til noon.

And I have a question in return for you.

[overshirts]

You only get like four hours of sleep?

Wait, that's not my question. That girl on the network. B.Cooper? She apparently is out of Adderall.

[ that isn't a question but also maybe it is, who knows. ]

[originallutece]

[she does not have healthy habits]

I did see that, yes. I was going to ask if you would be comfortable with giving me a recommendation to her; we're in the midst of negotiations, and she's understandably wary.

[overshirts]

Oh, yeah, no, that's cool. I can do that. If I didn't know you already and you came in all, oh, yeah, I can totally make you drugs in my lab I definitely have no big deal, I'd probably be all stranger danger too.

[originallutece]

Up until you agreed to it, anyway.

[JUST SAYING. But it's amused, not taunting.]

What are you doing up?

[overshirts]

[ liSTEN ROSALIND. ]

Did you miss the part where I said if I DIDN'T know you already? Because that part's important.

I'm doing the same thing you are.

[ which is: not sleeping. ]

[originallutece]

Yes, but why?

[overshirts]

I thought you said you only had one question.

[originallutece]

I thought you knew by now I'm terribly nosy.

[overshirts]

[ ah, yes. it's one of the many reasons he likes her. which is a weird reason to like somebody, probably, but it's stiles. ]

I'm trying to beat my high score in Snake. Because I can't sleep, before you ask.

[originallutece]

I assume that's a game of some kind?

Have you beaten it yet?

1/2

[overshirts]

Yes it is, and no I have not. I keep setting myself up for failure before I can catch it, but it's not so easy when your snake is a million miles long.

[overshirts]

[ stiles, please pay more attention to your phrasing at 2 something in the morning thank you. ]

That sounds weird out of context but I swear it's not. The point of the game is to guide a snake (its really just a solid line) around your screen so it collects little dots, and each time you collect a dot, the snake gets longer. If you touch the edge of the screen (running parallel doesn't count) or... run into yourself, I guess, you lose.

[originallutece]

[There's a fairly long pause, and then:]

Do you want to help me with my projects?

[overshirts]

What kind of projects?

[ who cares the answer is probably yes. ]

[originallutece]

Honestly, at this point, I'm tired enough to just light things on fire in interesting colors.

[overshirts]

I could be wrong, but I'm not sure tiredness mixes well with fire?

[originallutece]

Oh, please. I've been doing that since I was ten. I could do it in my sleep.

[overshirts]

Okay. Sold.

[ but only because he has some experience with fire extinguishers and also because he's bored and snake is pissing him off and friends don't let tired friends play with fire alone or something like that. ]

[originallutece]

You know where I live.

[And she's already playing with fire when he arrives. She has half an array laid out already, though she's left a few empty stations for him to light up. It's quite a pretty display, red and green and blue, bottles of neatly labeled chemicals around them.

Rosalind is dressed a fair bit more casually than she usually is, wrapped tight in a silk bathrobe, her hair hastily pinned back and held with a comb.]

[overshirts]

[ there's a distinct lack of plaid when stiles shows up. instead, he's dressed in loose, dark gray sweatpants, a black threadbare t-shirt, and a red hoodie, unzipped and with uneven pull-strings, clearly dressed for bed despite his inability to sleep.

he sheds his hoodie fairly quickly, seeming to decide that it's much safer to get rid of any extra, baggier materials if he's going to be playing around with fire, and leaves it somewhere off to the side and out of the way.

stiles steps up to a station, hands hovering as he looks at everything that's laid out. ]

... This is like, fool-proof, right? I kind of like my eyebrows and would prefer that they stay on my face.

[originallutece]

Do you really imagine I'd make such a clumsy thing? Just don't lean directly over it and you'll be fine.

[She glances over at him, then nods.]

Put on your goggles and apron.

[He has some, of course. She has a whole wall of pegs upon which goggles and aprons hang. There's little nameplates: S. Stilinski, S. Holmes, so on and so forth.]

[overshirts]

[ stiles opens his mouth to make some kind of argument, probably related to their earlier conversation when rosalind mentioned being tired, and the fact that it's late, in general, and that none of that seems like a good things to combine with fire in any sense, but. well, she's also kind of a genius and probably knows her limits better than he does, so he says nothing and just moves to collect his safety equipment from the wall.

he fumbles a little pulling his apron on, his goggles hanging loose around his neck before he slides them up, untucking his hair from where it catches under the top edge, against his forehead. ]

So I just... [ he pauses long enough to watch her carefully, then reaches for the bottle of blue chemical. his favorite color. ]

[originallutece]

Slowly and steadily, don't rush it. But yes, you just.

[It'll result in a purple-blue fire, and true to her word, it doesn't burn him. It might if he leans right over it, but it's a contained flame, though it doesn't look it. But little rings of some kind of chemical or another surround each flame, keeping them safely trapped on the lab table.]

You can do another, if you'd like.