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[teenyoda]

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

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[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.]