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[teenyoda]

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

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[teenyoda]

Don't draw. Like... anything. If you need something, I'll pick it up, but don't draw anything.

[He could only imagine what could go wrong with drawing life and he didn't want her to doodle something that might come out and hurt her. Because, yeah, that would make Stiles a not very happy Stiles.]

But come over, okay? Dad won't mind if we all stay together when crap's hitting the fan.

[truesight]

Okay. Yeah, I'll probably be about an hour or so. Maybe less. But I'll head straight to you.

[ there's some background noise, then- ]

Listen, I have to go, but I'll try and get out of here as soon as I can.

[teenyoda]

Do I need to come get you? Because I'll come get you.

[He was already pushing up from his chair, wondering if they could get back here with little fuss.]

[truesight]

No, no. I'm helping with first aid stuff, so I can't leave. But it's a mess outside, so I don't want you out there either.

One hour, tops. I promise. Love you.

[ click ]

[teenyoda]

Son of a...

[Rachel... you were getting such a spanking/scolding for hanging up on him.]