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[ the feed begins with the phone apparently propped up on the bed, and a tiny figure standing in the video as if it's a full-length mirror. roughly five inches tall, in jeans and a halter-top, with lavender-ish coloured hair, wide, startled-looking blue eyes, and.. well, yeah, there's no way around it. he (she?) also has fairy wings, which are settled neatly along his back.

he offers a slightly uncertain smile, reaching out to place hands on the glass curiously, touching fingers to it, then pulling them away again to wiggle them in a shy wave. ] Hullo! I-- I hope I'm doing this right. I suppose it's a.. a phone, but I've never used one before, so..

[ he shifts a little from bare foot to bare foot, hands curling in the hem of his shirt, wings lifting a little behind him. ]

My name is Lute, and I'm new. I don't think any of the pack is here, and I'm sure my owner isn't, as he would have found me by now, probably. So I suppose I'm here alone.

[ he glances down, toeing at the sheets, chewing on his lower lip. ] Um. I-- You see, I'm not a big person---obviously, I suppose---and I.. It's sort of hard for me to live in a place like this, which is built for big people. And I've never been on my own before, so I don't suppose anyone would.. be interested in a roommate?

[ he rocks up on his toes, expression hopeful. ] I don't take up much space! And I'm very quiet! I can sleep on a shelf if I have a bit of bedding. [ he trails off, then brightens again. ] .. Is there a library here? I saw someone with a book earlier, and I-- I'm allowed to read whatever I like here, aren't I?

[ a brief, searching glance, then a polite little nod. ] .. Um. That's all. Thank you! [ he reaches out, and the feed ends. ]

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Hoooooooooooly shitballs.

Wow, sorry, that was— unhelpful.

[ he's still kind of like, is that a for real actualfax tiny person with wings. but he's also getting over it to answer the questions. ]

There's some electronic books and movies, and I think someone said they had a physical book collection, too, and yeah, if you can get your hands on it, it's fine to read it.

[ he stifles a laugh behind one hand at the exclamation, doing a quick turn for stiles' benefit. he's accustomed to being admired and peered at and poked and prodded, after all. he'd been his owner's most prized possession.

at the answer, though, he brightens again happily. ] Thank you! That's very helpful! I don't suppose you know where I can find them, though..? Obviously, I can't really carry them around, but if they're all located in one place..

[Someone is terribly fascinated by tiny winged person. Despite being someone who almost certainly wound up inspiring future fairy folklore himself, this sort of creature is completely unknown to him.

A ravenously curious look on Thranduil looks pretty much like a slightly wide-eyed deadpan look on anyone else.]

Your owner?

[ .. oh. what a pretty person. maybe he's a full fae? (this place is full of surprising things.) realizing a little belatedly that he's both staring and that he'd been asked a question, he blushes, head bobbing in a nod. ]

Mm! Mister Vincent. He bought me when I was just a baby, but then I was kidnapped by weres, who turned out to be nice, and now I'm kidnapped again, I suppose. But Mister Vincent is still technically my owner.

Nope, sorry.

[ a rueful grimace. ]

But uh, even without a collection, people might get one or two in their lockers. If you get any offers of a loan, I'm happy to run pick 'em up for you.

[ the offer clearly startles him. he blinks for a moment, then the smile returns, helpless and flattered. ]

Thank you so much. That's very kind of you, Sir. .. What should I call you?

Stiles. Stiles is cool. Everybody calls me Stiles.

[ he scratches idly at the side of his jaw. ]

I uh, I've also got an entire bed you can have if you want it. Not that you probably need the whole thing.

[ but for all his original talk of being glad to live alone, he's used to a house with his dad and regular werewolf visitors, and after a couple of months stiles is getting kinda lonely. ]

Mister Stiles, then. [ gosh he's meeting other humans this is so exciting!!!

..!!!!!! and an offer! wow, he's doing pretty good, if he says so himself. ]

I don't need much at all! A pillow would be plenty! [ he claps his hands together happily, wings fluttering excitedly and nearly lifting him off his feet for a moment before he gets himself under control. ] In the pack, I end up sleeping in pockets more often than not.

Just Stiles. Seriously. And you're Lute, right? I'm not gonna call you Mister Lute.

[ there's the mention of a pack again. but stiles isn't going to start questioning him on a public feed, not if it might reveal his own alliances. he tries to be smarter than that. ]

I'm the ninth room on floor fourteen. I'll leave the door open.

[ a startled blink. ] Well.. of course you wouldn't. You're a human. .. Right? [ and anyway, lute's not a mister. or a miss, really, but he still doesn't really understand how that system works.

he nods, gathering up the net he's created out of strings he's tugged out of the coverlet. (hey, he had to find a way to carry the phone somehow. ]

Okay! I'll try to be there as quickly as possible, then.

Yeah, I'm human. And hey, take your time.

[ and he's as good as his word: stiles has left the door open, since he doubts he's gonna be able to hear a tiny knock, and he gives the place a cursory tidy up. he doesn't own much stuff, though, so there's not a lot to get messy, but he's been using the bed as a general dumping ground so he clears some of that off, piles it into the drawers instead; sets his lacrosse stick to rights from where it had fallen over; collects a few stray dirty socks. ]

[ after the feed ends, he bundles the phone up in the net, along with his few belongings, tying it tightly and then taking off with it all. it's heavy, and it's a long way to fly for someone his size, but it could have certainly been worse.

still, it's obvious when he arrives, if only because of the muted buzz of his wings and the muffled clatter of the phone as he drops it on the floor just inside the human's room. he drops down lightly on top of it, then, taking that moment to stretch his wings and give them a rest. ]

That was a long flight! [ one last stretch, and he darts back up into the air, landing on the bed and walking lightly across the spread. he smiles brightly up at stiles, then, tucking a few strands of hair behind an ear. ] Hullo again.

[...Hot damn. It's a legitimate fairy. Sure she's met angels and demons and vampires, but they looked human. This is something actually alien to her, and as such, she's left blinking for a moment--but just a moment, and then she recovers, clearing her throat.]

I don't do roommates, but I'm sure you'll get an offer pretty soon. We're all in this together, so people are usually pretty helpful.

[there's a lot that bothered her here though, so--]

You're a timid thing, aren't you?

[ he smiles, bobbing a nod. ] Thank you, anyway! I did, actually, from Mister St-- [ no, he doesn't want to be called that. ] From Stiles.

[ the question makes him blink, wings flicking once and settling again. ] Oh, I-- I suppose, perhaps a little. This is all sort of overwhelming, and-- there are so many big people here.

Owner?

[ a nod. ] His name is Mister Vincent. He bought me when I was a baby, I suppose, since I don't remember my parents.

[A small person (a fairy, it seems?) who normally has an owner. Everything about this seems more than ideal and AM's curiosity is quite piqued.]

Your owner? Why would such a thing like yourself have an owner?

Well.. [ a fidget, wings flattening again. ] Because I'm a half-breed. And.. sometimes, if we're a rare-enough type, or pretty, or unique, humans collect us.

How did he buy you?

How? [ a puzzled head tilt, brows drawing together. ] I-- I'm sorry, I don't really know. He didn't like for me to ask many questions about the matter. I suppose he liked to imagine that I was a full-blood.

You are a slave?

[ .. slave? ]

.. No, I don't-- I don't think so. I'm Mister Vincent's most prized possession. Because half-breeds like me are really rare, and we don't often live long.

His pet, then?

[But you can talk and that is just weird and this sounds like the kind of thing either Dark Lord would come up with. Especially the first one, who got a real kick out of twisting peoples' minds so they thought they wanted it.]

[ a slightly uncertain nod, wings drooping. ]

I-- I suppose so. In a way, at least.

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