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[useofcuriosity]

 

Stiles Stilinski 
IC Messages | TC | Private Messages

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[useofcuriosity]

I think so, yeah.

[that_cost]

Still looking forward to it?

[useofcuriosity]

Hell yeah. You?

[that_cost]

Absolutely.

[useofcuriosity]

Good.

[that_cost]

See you then. Good night, Stiles.

[useofcuriosity]

Good night, Charlie.

TC: private:

[that_cost]

Stiles? I'm on my way home. I...something's wrong.

[A huff, some grumbling to herself.]

Did I ever tell you what it felt like when I started sensing something was going to go wrong?

Re: TC: private:

[useofcuriosity]

What's wrong?

No, you never told me that.

Re: TC: private:

[that_cost]

That's the problem. I don't know. I never know until just before.

And until then, it feels like a massive amount of electricity in the back of my head.

[She's trying so hard to not freak out right now.]

Re: TC: private:

[useofcuriosity]

What do you think that it is?

Re: TC: private:

[that_cost]

I feel ... I don't know. People I care about are in trouble. And I don't know what kind.

[Charlie's silently worrying she sounds incredibly dumb.]

It just doesn't feel right here.

[Silence and then, sounding only a bit relieve:] I see the yurt.

Re: TC: private:

[useofcuriosity]

It'll be okay. I'm sure it'll be okay.

[No, he's not.]

Re: TC: private:

[that_cost]

Do I sound nuts? I mean, maybe this is just sleep deprivation or --


[Wham. Front door is open and she probably scared the cat because it sure took off like a bat out of hell for God knows where.]

Stiles?

Re: TC: private:

[useofcuriosity]

No, you don't sound nuts.

private:

[that_cost]

Okay. I'll trust you on that.

Are you home?

Re: private:

[useofcuriosity]

No, I'm at the stables. The animals seem okay, and they usually freak out if something supernatural's happening. So if it's that, it's...not that.

Re: private:

[that_cost]

Okay.

[Sigh. Another huff and then she's laughing slightly, an annoyed sort of laugh.]

Y'know, maybe this is just because I talked to Claire about shit from home. That...could be it.

[Ah, God. Let that be it.]

I'm gonna...go to bed. [And not sleep for shit.]

Find me when you get home?

[She may or may not want to fall asleep with Stiles in the room. She'd feel safer, at least. ha ha ha.]

Re: private:

[useofcuriosity]

I will. Be careful, ok?

Re: private:

[that_cost]

You, too.

spam:

[that_cost]

[Charlie isn't in the right shirt. Not that she's aware of this. At present, she;s curled up in Stiles bed, after one very...interesting and pretty awesome night, still almost entirely sound asleep in just her underwear and a shirt that really was not hers. And she looks pretty content.

There's no expression of unease on her face as there usually is when she slept. It's actually a pretty alright stretch of sleep she'd gotten, even if it was only a few hours.

She rolls over on the bed, frowning at the way the shirt twists around her. She opens her eyes to look, blinking sleepily for a moment.
Yup. Definitely not her shirt. She didn't own anything that said 'Mac and Cheese' on it.]

Hmm.

[What an intelligent and well thought out reaction, Charlie. 'Hmm'. So insightful. She looks again at the shirt as she stretches out on her stomach, buries her face in her arms to stifle a yawn and sighs softly. It seems as though 'hmm' is all she's capable of getting out.]

Re: spam:

[useofcuriosity]

[Has Stiles slept? Probably. Definitely. Especially after last night. Though waking up next to someone? That is new. Brand new and kind of amazing and confusing all at once.]

Hey...

spam:

[that_cost]

[Charlie'd suggest if that's what it takes to get the two of them to sleep well, but she's still processing what happened and she regrets none of it. She hears Stiles next to her and smiles softly, turning to look at him with a tired grin on her face.]

Hi. This is your shirt. Thought I grabbed mine.

[...she's not sorry.]

Re: spam:

[useofcuriosity]

[He grins at her.] That's okay. Just be glad I didn't grab yours.

Re: spam:

[that_cost]

[She laughs softly, shoulders shaking some.] Your frame is a bit broader than mine. I think you'd wreck them.

[She props herself up on one elbow, chin in her hands. A bit of hair falls in her face and after several attempts to get it out of her eyes, she gives up because it's doing what it wants.]

You slept.