video.

[wingedly]

[ today, lute's in a white sundress when the video begins. .. if you were puzzled about his sex before, this probably isn't going to help. (imagine how stiles must feel.) he's perched on what looks like a field of fabric, but it's really just his bed in the room he shares with stiles, and there's a messy lump of fabric behind him that's probably a jumpsuit.

he brightens, smiling warmly, wings fluttering briefly as he rises and smooths the dress down. ]

Hullo! [ as usual, his voice is a cheerful little chirrup. ] I'm afraid I have another request, if you all don't mind. [ stepping toward the pile of fabric, he pats it with a hand, glancing back at the screen again. ] I'd like to make a few sets of clothing, but.. I don't have small enough tools. I don't suppose anyone here is capable of making a small set of scissors and a needle that I could manage, is there? The needle can be almost normal sized, if that helps.

[ a pause, fingers twisting in his skirts, bare toes curling in the coverlet. ] .. Maybe someone could help me make some sort of bathtub, too. I can't keep showering in sinks.

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[ex_question191]

[ stiles moulds a tiny ball out of a piece of the choc-protein bar he's picking apart instead of eating, and tosses it at lute. ]

Are you wearing a dress?

Video.

[skillz]

[Q finds himself staring at the screen for quite a while before he replies. It's not the gender of the person - if it even is a person - presented to him which confuses him. What he's most puzzled by is the size of it. After a moment of puzzled staring, he realises that some words would likely be a good idea.]

Have you tried a bowl and filling that with water? [That's about the correct size, right?]

video

[elvenking]

A teacup, perhaps?

[Sorry T is so intrigued and amused by you, Lute.]

As for clothing, perhaps someone ought to make it for you.

gosh well if you insist...

[wingedly]

[ he darts up into the air to duck it, glancing back at it (very briefly concerned that the chocolate might stain something) before turning his attention to stiles again. ] Oh! Yes!

[ he does a little pirouette in the air, smiling brightly. ] Do you like it? It was one of my owner's favourites.

Video.

[wingedly]

[ it's okay, stare all you like, q. he's used to it. ]

Well, that's the right size, but.. the problem would be getting the water in it. Away from the sink, I mean. [ because he could put the bowl under the faucet, but then it would be too heavy to move. or he could use a small cup to fill the bowl elsewhere, but that's a lot of work for a single bath. ]

video

[wingedly]

A teacup might be the better size if anyone has one. Admittedly, it might be a bit cramped, as I like to stretch my legs out, but beggars can't be choosers, I suppose.

[ he blushes a little at the suggestion, tucking his hair back. ]

.. Well, I considered requesting that instead, but.. I can do some basic sewing and embroidery, and.. and I'd like to be a bit more independent.

[endeavors]

I could... ask my wife, maybe?

[wingedly]

That would be very nice, thank you! I'd like to be able to do more things for myself.

[endeavors]

Sure. What's your name-?

[wingedly]

It's Lute! [ a flutter of his wings, dropping into a kind of curtsey. ] It's nice to meet you.

[endeavors]

Lute. [Andy nods in turn, not sure how else to respond to his gesture.] It's nice to meet you, too.

[wingedly]

[ a head-tilt. ] What's your name?

[endeavors]

Oh - right - sorry. It's Andy, hi.

[wingedly]

Mister Andy, then. That must be nice! Having your wife here, I mean.

[endeavors]

Oh, no, just Andy's all right. And - yeah. It is. [Despite the fact that it means she's trapped with him.] I'd rather have her safe at home, but - it is.

[wingedly]

What's her name? Have you been married long?

[endeavors]

Carmo. [His voice warms up audibly.] We've been married for four years, actually.

Do you...? Have anyone?

[wingedly]

That's a pretty name. You must love her a lot.

[ a startled blink at the question, a blush heating his face. ] Me? Goodness, no. I'm a five inch tall half-breed.

[endeavors]

I do love her. Very much. [kya.]

Are you the only one?

[wingedly]

Well.. I'm not sure. Maybe. My owner told me that Fae half-breeds don't often live long. And anyway, I'm not a girl or a boy, and I've noticed that people seem to prefer one to be.. one or the other.

[endeavors]

Oh, I didn't realize. I thought you were - [a girl. Fae. Half-breed.

Anyway.] Never mind, sorry. You're the first I've met.

[wingedly]

It's okay. I just don't usually explain it. I guess I probably should more often.

voice;

[thebreakingwave]

Hullo. If you've the tools you need, I can shrink them down to a size that will work for you?

[endeavors]

Well - I guess you don't have to explain it if you don't want to. If it makes you feel uncomfortable, that is.

[ex_question191]

[ stiles is already shaping another projectile: it moulds like dough or soft clay, unsticky. the more he plays with it the less appealing the idea of eating it gets. ]

Yeah, it's nice, I guess?

[ much like shopping for formal dresses with lydia, stiles looks and can't really tell anything beyond "dress" and "small", which aren't really value judgements. but hey, if his roomie needs to be told that he's pretty... ]

So, are you actually a girl fairy? I mean, it's cool if you are. I've just been saying "he" this whole time.