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[teenyoda]

"Leave a message. I'm around. Or sleeping. Or... stuff."

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[truesight]

So, I think I want a pet.

[teenyoda]

Is this your way of telling me what my punishment is? Do I have to get a collar?

[truesight]

What? No, I mean a real pet, so I still have something to cuddle with even when I'm mad at you.

[teenyoda]

You can cuddle with me when you're mad at me. I don't mind.

[truesight]

...

So I was thinking like a cat, or a puppy, but puppies are pretty high maintenance, so. Maybe not.

Then there was the question of draw or adopt, but I know if I adopt a pet from work, I'm going to end up wanting to adopt all of them, so it's probably best I don't open that can of worms. I don't have enough cash to buy all the pets in Scott's store, you know?

[teenyoda]

I'll let you teach me to sit up and beg. I might even be able to pull off a roll over.

[truesight]

You're super cute. But there's no need to feel threatened, he or she isn't replacing you.

Though I might take you up on that offer.

[teenyoda]

Are you still mad?

[truesight]

I'm at about 56%.

[teenyoda]

Honey. Angel pie. Light of my life. My reason for existing... I love you? I worship you? And you need to stay the fuck away from the very bad ex-werewolf who bit Scott, killed his niece, tried to kill everyone we know, mind-raped Lydia, came back from the dead, and who is generally an all around evil piece of shit who needs to die. Again.

And other stuff that I can't talk about because of stuff.

[truesight]

Okay fine, you got it. But that's not really what I'm mad about, sooo..

[teenyoda]

Wait. What are you mad about?

[truesight]

Being told to shoo and go doodle like I'm a five year-old.

[teenyoda]

Oh.

I'm sorry? I panicked. I do not want you on his radar. He's a bad, bad man, Rachel.

[truesight]

Your panicked concern is a little offensive, you know that?

[teenyoda]

I'd rather you be offended and safely away than cool and having that dick stalk you.

You know you're my soulmate, right? You're the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about when I go to bed, whether you're with me or not.

[truesight]

You're mine too, Stiles. Which is why it stinks when I can't tell if you're looking out for me or just being a jerky jerk thinking I can't handle myself.

[teenyoda]

I plead the fifth.

[truesight]

Jerky jerk.

[teenyoda]

Love of my life, you don't know this guy like I do. Ask Scott. Ask Lydia. Ask anyone else if you don't want to take my word for it. The less you have to do with him, the better.

Be mad at me. Just be mad and be safe.

[truesight]

You could have just told me that instead of being a jerky jerk. Is my point. You ridiculous boy. Who I love with all my heart. But you're still a ridiculous jerky jerk sometimes.

[teenyoda]

Terror does that to people. I'll sink into jerky jerk levels to keep from losing you. Sorry.

[truesight]

Even if he did decide to go all psycho, for whatever reason, I'd just come right back. So. Not that I'll be provoking him! I'll keep my distance. But yeah, no terror, okay? You'll never lose me.

[teenyoda]

Please don't ever even hint that he might do anything like that, Rach. Ever.

[truesight]

You're the one saying he's crazy! I'm just

I mean, yeah. Okok, no hinting.