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[teenyoda]

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

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[teenyoda]

PRETTY SURE NOT ALL GUYS HAVE DICKS THAT BIG

[averagemedium]

And most people who scream like that are probably faking it. --basically just forget nearly anything you learn from it, it's fantasy for a reason. Doesn't really reflect reality.

[teenyoda]

PRETTY FANTASY

WITH BIG BOOBS

[averagemedium]

Which you are probably never going to see in person.

[teenyoda]

IM NOT SEEING ANY BOOBS EVER

[averagemedium]

Come on, you're what... six, seventeen? [Total guess here, he doesn't really remember.] You're not even legal. There will be time for boobs, I promise you don't just keel over at twenty.

[teenyoda]

SEVENTEEN

AND YOU DONT KNOW THAT

LOTS OF DEATH AT HOME

COULD DIE ANYDAY

[averagemedium]

[He's silent for a moment there, but eventually exhales a heavy breath before answering.]

--well, if death works anything like it does in my world you still just find the right person. First boyfriend of mine was sort of a ghost.

[teenyoda]

DEATH DOES NOT WORK LIKE THAT

YOU DIE YOU DEAD FOR GOOD

[Otherwise him and Heather might have still worked. Or he could have still seen his mom. Sorry, Ryan. Not really helping here.]

[averagemedium]

Okay, okay, then you just-- try harder not to die, I guess? Obviously you've been managing so far, I think you might be pretty okay there.

[teenyoda]

[Ryan had no clue and Stiles didn't feel like bursting that bubble.]

YEAH

GOOD PIE