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[teenyoda]

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

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[teenyoda]

[Ooooh, hey. Look at that. Pie. There was actually a smile there.]

I thought you said there was no pie.

[Yes, he just called you out, Jade.]

[nukeoleptic]

Well, I was fibbing. Sit down and eat the pie.

[ She's huffing at him. x( ]

I'm sorry about your room. And, um, dying.

[teenyoda]

[He does sit down, because pie, and he pulls some of the cherry in close and takes a good whiff of it. So delicious.]

Yeah, um... you didn't, uh...

You didn't see that, did you?

[He'd felt awful when he'd realized his bracelet was broadcasting, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. He'd just hoped no one he knew (or anyone at all, for that matter) had been looking.]

[nukeoleptic]

I saw all of it. Like right before I messaged you.

[ She puffs her cheeks out at him, before taking a seat across from him. ]

Your luck is worse than mine.

[teenyoda]

[He picks up the fork and stabs it into the pie, not quite ready to eat the dark red tastiness when the image of his heart being pulled from his body was still flashing in his head.]

Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I wouldn't have done that on purpose.

[A short, bitter laugh.]

Gee, you think?

[nukeoleptic]

I've died four times!

[ Five. She just doesn't know about the last one yet. :') ]

It never gets easier. Please don't die again.

[teenyoda]

I'm only one behind you, then.

[See that? That was a really bad joke. He sucked.]

Hey, I didn't want to die any of those times. It just... happened. Those creepy dudes were way too strong.

[nukeoleptic]

[ He didn't suck. Everything about this sucked. ]

Sorry I wasn't here.

[teenyoda]

I'm kind of glad you weren't. It was nice having one less person to worry about.

[There's a half smile lifted up at her as he stabs the pie a bit more. Stab, stab, stab.]

[nukeoleptic]

You don't have to worry about me. I'm used to this kind of stuff. ... if you don't want the pie, it's okay.

[teenyoda]

No, I do, I just...

[He needed to get the images out of his head, that was all.]

This isn't something anyone should have to get used to, Jade.

[nukeoleptic]

Nope! It shouldn't be. But guess what: we shouldn't be at war, either. D'you want some real food before the dessert?

[teenyoda]

Are you trying to make me feel better by stuffing food in my face?

...

Because I'm kind of okay with that.

[nukeoleptic]

I'll go make you a burger, if you promise not to choke to death on it.

[teenyoda]

[Bland look.]

Gee, mom, thanks. I think I can manage a basic biological function without dying.

[nukeoleptic]

[ She matches his bland look with a flat one of her own. ]

Can you, Stiles? Can you really?

[teenyoda]

[Bland look-a-thon.]

Yeah, yeah I think I can. Bring it on, puppy ears.

[nukeoleptic]

They are not puppy ears.

[ She flicks one his way. ]

They are fully grown dog ears. But I'll be right back.

[teenyoda]

[He waits until she's walked away.]

Puppy ears. Always gonna be puppy ears.