what is this / 01

[stiling]

[ The transmission starts off audio, a confused voice spluttering to itself as Stiles haplessly hits buttons on his communicator. ]

Okay, well, ya said Cape Kore like that means anything to me, but here's the thing, sucker, is that I've never been to a Cape Anything. --Who even lives near a cape, I'm not a cape kind of --

[ Video! It flips over and the face jumps and makes a few surprised shapes. ]

Well. Hello, guy. That just flashed. Nine-one-one? Hello? I'm, um. I'm not living here. There's been a mistake.

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[stiling]

[ His own smile grows, a little proudly at him and his stupid situations. ] Hey, can't have an adventure without the one dumbass who starts the whole thing.

[ As for what he remembers, that gets a bit of a swallow, another open and shut of his mouth before he answers. ] You know, sleepin'. Just sleeping away, sleeping the night away. [ His eyebrows furrow in a bit of a frown. ] Scott and I spent the day practicing. Why?

[preytosociety]

No reason. [She wanted to see where they were. Obviously past the kanima. Obviously past Jackson dying in front of them only to become a werewolf. He was back to boring, normal life... and then he ended up here.]

I think this couch pulls out. Let me check if we have any extra bedding. Kobra and Party share a room and Dan has the attic. I'll have to check with them first, but I don't see there being a problem with you staying here for a while.


... But you have to promise not to be a total freak.

[stiling]

[ He makes a scoffed sound of insult. ] Me not be a total freak? Where do these people even get their names, flashlight raves?

-- Wait, you're letting me stay here?

[preytosociety]

[The most eyerolling ever--]

Would you rather sleep alone in a strange house with no food? Or maybe you could live in the fountain.

[stiling]

No, I just, uh. [ His hand rubs at the back of his neck. ] Thanks.

Besides, the fountain's pretty nice.

[preytosociety]

Yeah. Pretty nice. [She shrugs] If you're into hypothermia and a slow death.

[stiling]

As long as you know what I'm into. [ What. ]

[preytosociety]

So I know what to avoid.

[But her bitchy-smile falters for just a second. There's the tiniest sign of a real smile breaking through.]

Do you want something to drink?

[stiling]

[ His mouth flickers a little, something softer as he finally shrugs off the jacket she lent him. ]

Yeah, I could go for that. Then we can tour around Crazytown.