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Stiles Stilinski 
IC Messages | TC | Private Messages

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Re: text: (private as fuck)

[that_cost]

I'm outside on the lawn chair. Where are you?

[Still not an answer.]

Re: text: (private as fuck)

[useofcuriosity]

Inside. What's going on.

Re: text: (private as fuck)

[that_cost]

Come outside? I have the star blanket and I want to talk to you.

spam-ish:

[that_cost]

[Some days, Charlie and Stiles see each other often. Other days, they miss each other entirely and just see each other at bed time. Today seemed like one of those days so Charlie makes a super quick stop in the Merchant Dome for two things;

1: A bag of blue, square shaped candies about half an inch in size, that have a tag on them saying each one was a different flavor. They're solid on the outside, sort of like a jawbreaker, and the middle melts almost immediately.

2: A decent sized book of mythology from around the universe. She figures it's something they can read together.

This is set on his side of the bed with a note.]



Enjoy the book and the candy. See you when I get home. Let me know when you find these! I'll be at the saloon until late. Love you, Charlie

[useofcuriosity]

Got them. Thank you! You didn't have to do that

[that_cost]

Oh, good. And, I know but I enjoyed it. Figured you'd find the candy interesting, at least.

[useofcuriosity]

It's very interesting, yeah.

[that_cost]

Let me know if they're any good. I mean, I know I liked them, but I want to make sure you do.

[useofcuriosity]

I do. I mean, so far I do.

[that_cost]

Stiles, I've been thinking. And I think we need a date night. Just the two of us doing something ridiculous.

[oh if only she knew.]

[useofcuriosity]

Oh yeah?

[that_cost]

Yeah. I dunno what yet but yeah.

[useofcuriosity]

Well, think it over.

[that_cost]

I will. I'll see you later, Stiles. Enjoy the candy. And if you read anything interesting in that book , tell me about it when I get home?

[useofcuriosity]

Of course!

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[that_cost]

Rex Lewis just pulled a gun on me and fired because he thought I was someone called Cover Girl. P. sure if I hadn't thrown a serious wall of heat up, my brains would be on the side of the Merchant Dome. please tell me you're you or I quit today entirely.

text:

[useofcuriosity]

He did. Did he.

You should go on your trip.

text:

[that_cost]

Yes. He did. Now, who am I talking to?

Re: text:

[useofcuriosity]

You know exactly who this is.

Go on your trip.

text:

[that_cost]

[FUUUUUUUUUU----]

Thomas. Stiles would have used his name. [And probably gone on about counting fingers.]

I can't believe I'm telling you this, but I may have to. Almost dying has me wound up way too tight. It's not safe for anyone if I stay.

[But she's going to feel bad for leaving. Because of Stiles.]

Re: text:

[useofcuriosity]

No. It's not. Safe. For anyone.

text:

[that_cost]

What about Stiles? How safe is it for him?

Re: text:

[useofcuriosity]

He's fine. He'll be fine.

Maybe you should take Lydia with you.

Re: text:

[that_cost]

Can you guarantee that?

[Purposefully ignoring the next bit because she wants to for now.]

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[useofcuriosity]

To a degree.