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Stiles Stilinski 
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text: (multiple she is so sorry each one is it's own text)

[that_cost]

STILES I KILLED THE LOG

[there's a photograph of what was their log. it's...really just a pile of ash and cinders. how mad was she? Well]

IT WAS THAT WOMAN
THE ONE THE NOGITUSNE REALLY HATES
HATE HER TOO
I DO
I REALLY REALLY HAT EHER
^HAT
GOD DAMN IT I MEANT HATE
LIKE A LOT
REALLY AM SORRY ABOUT THE LOG BUT I HAD TO SCARE HER OFF
DON'T TALK TO HER.
WARN SCOTT
WARN LYDIA
THIS BITCH I SWEAR TO GOD

[useofcuriosity]

That's...wow, that log is really gone, isn't it. Are you okay?

[that_cost]

No. Staying in the Saloon until I'm sure that annoying nosy harpy is gone. She approached me after work and...

[And here, Stiles is treated to about four or five wall of text messages before Charlie decides to just call him and tell him, word for word, exactly how it went. She's angry as hell. She can't even get herself to calm down from it and she's sure, somewhere in the empty saloon, Kit is listening and frowning hard.]

I'm going to burn the word "no" into her forehead. [No, she won't.] That way when she sees it, she'll remember that I really do mean no.

[useofcuriosity]

Well....no, she might just think you mean 'on'.

[Because mirrors. Shut up, Stiles is HILARIOUS.]

[that_cost]

[Silence. Very long silence. And the, sounding less angry and someone amused;]

You're a dork.

[useofcuriosity]

Though I guess it'd be O and Reverse N, so maybe she'd just think you wanted her to go to Toys R Us.

[that_cost]

[And now a snort. She's trying to not laugh.] I'm not allowed to stay angry around you, am I?

[useofcuriosity]

Disallowed, yes, I think so.

[that_cost]

I'm on my way home. Consider yourself warned. I may have to jump into your arms and kiss you. Just saying.

[useofcuriosity]

Consider me properly braced.