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[teenyoda]

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

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text | idk what day this is but AT SOME POINT WHICH WORKS FOR YOU

[impetere]

You named Derek's wolf after me.

[She puppy!her enough to not call her a dog, and also note how that is a statement not a question. Because she knows it was you, Stiles.

She knows.]

[teenyoda]

Who says I did that? Whoever said it is lying.

[impetere]

[She regrets doing this via text, even if video messages are weird and make her uncomfortable but it's impossible to glare menacingly at him via text.]

I say. Because I'm not an idiot.

[teenyoda]

Maybe Derek was lonely. I bet if you could turn into a wolf cub when you were younger, that's what you'd look like.

[impetere]

So your theory on how this wolf got it's name is that my brother was lonely one day, looked at her and decided that if I could turn into a wolf cub that's what I would look like so he named her Cora.

[Because yes, that absolutely sounds like Derek. What was she thinking.]

[teenyoda]

Not out of the realms of the possible. You guys can get drunk here now. You're not... immune anymore. Derek strikes me as the maudlin drunk sort.

[impetere]

[If Stiles thought that Derek, someone who's a bigger control freak than she is, was getting drunk just because he could? Stiles really doesn't get him at all.]

It's not an immunity. Our body just metabolizes it faster.

[And that is not the point.]

And I doubt that Derek named his wolf cub after me in a drunken stupor.

[teenyoda]

[They had oodles of reasons to get drunk here, Cora. Stiles and Scott had gotten plastered during his first week here and gone to moon her brother before setting his crotch (and door) on fire. This was Asgard life.]

Yah well it doesn't do it anymore. Maybe he did. You haven't seen him drunk, Cora. He sings.

[impetere]

[There's a very long pause before ... ]

Bullshit.

[teenyoda]

You're right. He can't sing. He just sort of hums and it turns into a howl.

[impetere]

[ ... Wow, Stiles, she can't even with you right now.]

Stiles. Focus. This is about the puppy.

[She's not talking about her brother being drunk anymore. Back on topic.]

[teenyoda]

Cub. Wolf cub. Not a puppy. Scott sells puppies.

[impetere]

Whatever. Stop deflecting, or we can do this in person. With my fists.

[Yep, still a Hale. Still super violent.]

[teenyoda]

You are aware that I have powers here, right? Effective ones that protect me from punchy Hales.

[impetere]

Yeah. I have powers too.

[And she's willing to bet she's faster.]

[teenyoda]

You're also new and not used to them and I've had time to get all nice and acquainted with mine. I fear no Hale. Not you. Not Derek. Not Peter. No

[Oops. He'd almost mentioned Malia.]

[impetere]

[She's going to stare at that hanging "no" for a moment, because seriously, Stiles. What is wrong with you?]

I still think I could manage.

[She's a very determined person. She can deal with whatever powers you got. Until she finds out it's fire and then promptly freaks out.]

[teenyoda]

Tough it up all you want, Cora. I'm the man here.

[Oh my god, Stiles. Shut up.]

[impetere]

[There's a silence. A long, probably telling silence.]

You're the man.

[Do not affirm that, Stiles. You are asking for trouble and she probably knows where you live at this point.]

[teenyoda]

[The hairs at the back of his neck are standing up, evil detection pinging wildly through his brain. And yet, someone's feeling high on their horse at the moment, so his fingers move even though his brain screams.]

Yes. I am.

if this is not okay, let me know

[impetere]

[The benefit of living with Erica is that she happens to be right next door to Scott and Stiles. She doesn't really have a lot else to do with her day. So it's no big deal for her just sit and wait and watch until she catches Stiles on his way into or out of his house.

And when she does, surging forward with that nice bit of speed Thor gave her, with a fist aimed right for his shoulder.

The man, her ass.]

Likewise

[teenyoda]

[It was a squawk from the dragon on his shoulder that clued him into something coming at him in a blur. Cora wasn't his first thought as to what the threat was, so, he did what he'd do when faced with any sort of danger in the city; he promptly burst into flames.

Cora Hale, meet the human torch, only with less burly muscles and flying ability.]

all good

[impetere]

[HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

Thankfully she's still moving so when she sees the fire she misses him and manages to skid to a stop a few feet away, eyes wide in horror.]

Jesus Christ!

[teenyoda]

Cora?

[Oh. Well. Okay, so maybe he'd just saved himself from a mauling, even if she didn't still sprout claws and fangs.

The flames died down and he looked over at her with complete innocence.]

I didn't see you there.

[LIIIIIIIIIES]

[impetere]

[Not a mauling. She doesn't dislike you that much (not at all really, just when you're being a tool WHICH YOU WERE, B T DUBS), but all the same she's just still sort of stunned by the sudden fire that she barely came out with the words until he comes up with a comment that's so stupid and glib and Stiles that she pulls herself together.]

What the hell was that?