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[teenyoda]

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

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[impetere]

[Pat, pat. There, there.]

Yeah, I'm getting that.

[She's had several "things" happen to her since she got here, and she hasn't liked any of them.

At all.]

[teenyoda]

[His girlfriend was taller than him now, Cora. Pity him.]

And you thought Beacon Hills was crazy. So far, there's no ninjas here.

[impetere]

[You're talking to the tiniest werewolf in Beacon Hills. You get no sympathy.

But that last comment gets a slight eyebrow raise.]

Ninjas?

[teenyoda]

Um... yeah. So, hey, you, uh, you staying with Erica and Isaac?

[Smoothest topic change EVER.]

[impetere]

[There's a slow stare because she's just stunned by how smooth that was, but she lets him deflect.

For now.]

Yeah. Erica asked me to stay with her while Isaac was gone.

[After that is sort of up in the air. It depends on how Isaac reacts to her, really.]

[teenyoda]

Yeah? Little girl party, huh?

[Yep, he was picturing a fantasy girl's sleepover with Erica and Cora. Maybe Rachel could stop by and there could be a redhead, a blonde, and a brunette. Little Witches of Eastwick thing going on. What? He liked all flavors of the female persuasion.]

[impetere]

[Stiles, don't make her punch you again. She gives him a bit of a look like ... whaaaaaaaat are you talking about, before moving on.]

Whatever.

[teenyoda]

Hey, I'm not judging. I just want to know if I should go into Scott's room to peek out the window, that's all.

[impetere]

[And that just gives him a Look.

That's it.

Just a Look.

Don't push her, Stiles.]

[teenyoda]

[And she gets a smile in return.]

[impetere]

[And Classic Hale Eyeroll™. Now this is starting to feel like home.]

[teenyoda]

Okay, well, this has been fun and all, but I have to get to work.

[impetere]

[She pauses, nodding in agreement before starting to step backwards towards the house.]

See you around, Stiles.

[teenyoda]

I'm sure you will, neighbor.

Oh, and if you see a redhead coming into the house, uh... don't like... growl at her or anything. That's Rachel.

[impetere]

[ ... Why would she ... really, Stiles? She gives him a look for a moment before shrugging. She really didn't care.]

Okay.

[teenyoda]

Maybe we'll, um, have everyone over for dinner. Soon. I mean, you and Isaac and Erica and Derek. And Allison and Lydia.

[impetere]

Sure. Sounds like fun.

[Only it's unclear if she actually means that or she's saying it because it's probably the thing to say. It's more likely the latter. But she'll show up anyway.]

[teenyoda]

[Good. Wear bells, Cora.]

Right. See you then.

[He waves and turns to keep walking, Hale settling back around his shoulder.]