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#1 NETFLIX AND NO MORE CHILL (FOR PARTY / march 16th)
Ghoul doesn't have a ton of regular contacts around London, so who knows if anyone has even noticed his absence. He'd up and vanished on the 13th. Just disappeared from the face of the planet. But now, days later and in the middle of the night, he turns up on Party's doorstep.

And maybe not looking so great. He's hardly dressed for a chilly night, which would explain why he's got his arms wrapped around himself and his teeth are chattering. The boots are all right but there's not a jacket in sight, and the tatty ringer tee and skinny jeans aren't doing much to conserve the warmth in 40 degrees. It's the same outfit he'd put on back on Monday, in fact, but hell, who's checking. His hair is a limp mess, there are dark circles under his eyes, and he smells vaguely of mildew and stress-sweat. What a gross stray.

"Can I stay here?" He's spent enough time at the mill lately, thanks much.

#2 STICKER SHOCK (OTA / late march, various locations)
The wolves are up to a bunch of ignorant bullshit again. This time, it's a continuation of stealth testing. With a little less breaking and entering this go-around, because last time that hadn't worked out so well for Party.

Both of them are armed with sticker sheets, all in the name of friendly competition. The goal is to plant a sticker on an unsuspecting victim's back. Whoever manages to land the most stickers without being caught wins.

And everyone is fair game.

( for this prompt, specify in your subject header whether you'd like a sticker drive-by from GHOUL, PARTY, or EITHER! )

#3 THE SPRITES OF WRATH (FOR EAMES / late march sticker run)
The sticker exercise is going pretty well, actually, and it's even more fun than he thought it'd be. When he sees Eames in the distance on some random street, however, he gets a god damned brilliant idea.

He turns to grab Party, giving him a little shake. "Wait, wait, fuck the score, we're doin' a sudden-death thing right now." He points at Eames, explaining the terms as, "Whoever gets one on that motherfucker wins it, hands down. You try first." And with a grin, he shoves Party forward.

He ain't gonna get it.

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"Yeah, see, so like I was... sayin'..." He's trying to have a normal Grown Up conversation. He really, really is, but then the kid gets all wormy and starts trying to climb Daryl like he's some kind of obstacle course, and he ends up just. Staring for a second. "The hell is she doin'?"

"Tryin' ta get up high," he answered without much thought to it. It made sense to him, but only cause he'd been putting up with it for a while now. "She's a squirrel. She likes ta climb. Right now, she knows she ain't allowed away from me, so she's climbin' me."

Really.

Really?

That's kind of cute and funny in a quirky way, and sure, he chuckles a little. It's impressive too, though. That's a lot of coordination for a preschooler, he supposes, even if she is technically kind of a squirrel. "Uh, do you need to take her to a park or somethin'?"

YES REALLY. He saw that laugh and narrowed his eyes at it. It's not that funny. ~~It's hilarious~~.

"Nah. Only just got her around people again. Don't want her thinkin' it's okay to run off into the wild again. Not 'til I know she knows to come back. Someone could shoot her thinking she was a regular squirrel. Some stupid kid. Or someone like you could try ta eat her."

Or someone like Daryl. *cough cough* Really, she was lucky she'd survived this long.

His face flushes at around the same time as he bristles defensively. "I wouldn't eat her!"

He gets all huffy about it because actually, he totally would eat her and he knows it. It's terrible. It's something that crossed his mind earlier- if she was a squirrel, then what about all the other animals he's terrorized or snacked on? Maybe they were people too? Nothing is safe anymore. The woes of turning in to a crazy fucking dog...

"Better quit sayin' offensive shit or I'll get her the most annoying fuckin' toy I can find." Something that makes a lot of noise.

Daryl scoffed and waited a beat before shaking his head and muttering, "Whatever."

If the kid wanted to get defensive about this, he could. It wasn't like Daryl had done any better during his own hunts. Not something he really wanted to think about, but there was always a possibility. Not one he enjoyed, of course. But still...

"If you get her a toy, it better be a small one." He raised his eyebrows like it was a challenge. Then winced as she pulled at his hair while readjusting her position... and sticking a sticker onto his shaggy bangs.

"Hell no. It'll have, like, a thousand fuckin' pieces. And make noise. And make a mess." Does such a toy exist? Ghoul has no idea, but he will do his best to find out.

He's very serious about it, too- until she slaps a sticker on to Daryl's bangs, and then he's ugly laughing about it. "That's a good look," he tells her, grinning. "I think he likes it."

He makes a good conspirator.