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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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"Excuse you. I am all the good levels of goodness." He grinned and crammed his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"Not sure if this counts as a win, though." There was a huff before he continued. "Ghoul an' me are playin' a game of sneakin', but my stickers are better."

Roddy grinned. "Yeah. Sure. Practically a saint, are you? Although, I've never minded a little bit of bad."

Which was probably for the best, hanging around the likes of Party.

"Yeah, sorry about that. One thing about being a rat shifter, you get keen senses. Small rodents tend to be pretty alert to the whole sneaking thing. Prey species and all."

Anything that only weighed a pound had to be alert to their surroundings if they didn't want to get eaten.

There was a little laugh and Party leaned in to stage whisper. "Predators have pretty good senses, too."

Of course, Party wasn't always the best as using his, often too wrapped up in his thoughts if he wasn't actively focusing on them to notice much of the goings on around him, but that was neither here nor there.

"Lucky for you I don't eat friends, just share my cool stickers with 'em."

"Oh. Yeah. I should try to remember that."

It was vitally important to Roddy's survival that he remembered that. Although, not when it came to Party.

"Although I'm predator and prey, so I'm like...the best of both worlds."

Although he hoped Party wouldn't think too much on what a rat would hunt.

"And just so you know, sharing stickers is way more awesome than eating people." And he...well, kind of hoped the whole 'not eating' part extended to more than just friends. "And I'm not just saying that due to my personal bias against being eaten."

He totally was.

"Nope, just your personal pro-sticker bias." Party grins, totally not commenting on all the weird things he knows they must both do that neither of them really wants to think about.

"Wonder if we could find some cute little rodent stickers, too." He pulls the whole sheet of cartoony fat dog sticks out of his jacket to show Roddy. "Check these out. Way cooler than dinosaurs, right?"

"Definitely."

It certainly couldn't be anything but a pro-sticker bias, after all.

"Rodent stickers would be amazing." Roddy paused to look at the dog stickers. "They're definitely more fitting, too. I mean, unless you reveal a shocking twist that Ghoul is sometimes a dinosaur."

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"I wish he was a dinosaur. I'd point him at my enemies and laugh my ass off." Not that Party has a lot of active personal enemies, but there are definitely some groups and people he wouldn't mind pointing a hungry dinosaur at.

"Maybe I should trade him in for a Komodo dragon. That'd be badass."

"Or maybe," Roddy began, taking a step closer to Party with a grin, "A chicken. They're descended from dinosaurs, right? Like a tiny t-rex you can hold under your arm."

A lot less badass, but easier to find.

"Plus free eggs." Party laughs. "Way more useful than whatever he does for me now."

This is a completely erroneous statement, of course, because Ghoul's bought him coffee, which is far more valuable than eggs.

"Let's go trade him in right now and get ourselves an omelet." He hooks his arm around Roddy's shoulders. "You hungry? If we need to rush, we can just eat him."

"We should probably stick with trading him for a chicken. It's always a good idea to avoid eating people." Feeling Party's arm over his shoulder, Roddy returned the gesture, moving in closer.