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well don't sound too shocked or anything

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[growling]

Well, she is very scared of clowns.

But thanks.
For not telling anyone, I mean.

[ Actually. ]

You haven't, have you?

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dude
of course not

[derek doesn't count, because he already knew, obviously.]

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my bad
on my way

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i'll be here
waiting

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[ blah blah timeskip

there's a knock-knock on his door! sally's outside in her least favorite jeans and an equally iffy t-shirt, because why wear good clothes to go turn into a rabid beast? ]

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[stiles really only opens the door far enough for him to get out, because this isn't exactly a social visit. he's dressed pretty normally, his mannerisms seem more or less on par with, well, being himself.

the only thing different about him now is the large jar of something dark and powdering that he's holding.]

Hey. Ready whenever you are.

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[growling]

[ Derek never counts, lbr. ]

Sorry. Just checking.

[ And now this is super awkward. Favor done for Sally, no socialization required, right?? ]

Have a nice night

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don't know about nice. informative maybe.

[oh right, yeah, social niceties, that whole... thing.] uh. you too.

backdated to the 1st

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and for the record
he's 41

backdated to the 1st

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okay?
who's 41

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kennex
we were like 300% drunk when we talked that time though so idk if you remember

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... flirty old dude?




with you, obviously, he didn't flirt with me
i don't think

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shut up he's not that old
i'm technically almost 30

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hey i'm not judging
just, you could be dating my dad, is all

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maybe i will date your dad
suck on that one

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would that make you my evil step mom?

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hey shut up i'd be great
here stiles, let's take your dad's credit cards and buy a whole bunch of beer for your underage drinking

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dad always has whiskey in the house why bother stealing his credit card

[mathematically]

And he gets into all those fights, it does horrible things to his poor bones. [ it's then that she has to take a moment to hold back a laugh. ] Maybe he never got a straight answer himself. Or he doesn't want to explain it because it's something— like them being able to control how they look as they age. A perk to go with the whole fast healing part of them. It's not that much of a stretch.

[ which, to be honest, sounds cool from a scientific stand point. when stiles holds out his hand she takes it without missing a beat and nods just once with what actually looks like a smile. ]

It puts my mind at great ease, Mr. Stilinski. [ a pause. ] And if you want to laugh right about now, I won't actually be that offended.

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good, because i'm prob way too lazy to steal a credit card just for booze

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well obviously we wouldn't just buy booze

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okay, true

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remember how i told you i was hardcore dating a guy back home who's here but it was super complicated and also doomed and that's why i'm moving on and doing the dating thing etc etc

it was when we were drunk

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[stiles' lips twitch for a moment, pressed tight together to try and fight it, but at lydia's blanket permission he allows himself to let go, releasing her hand to hunch over double and wheeze his laughter into his knees. it's the first real, honest laugh he's had in awhile, and he appreciates that it came from lydia of all people.

he eventually gets his wits back around him and sits up straight again, chest still a little tight but in a good way now.]

Let's be real here, it's probably him not knowing. [innocent little shrug] At least if we're going by the law of averages, that's usually the reason he doesn't explain things.