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Stiles Stilinski
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[Charlie's powers were back and anyone that knew her would know this wasn't something she was okay with. However, she's learned here that it's best to not dwell. It's best to shift focus if only to see the problem a different way later.

It was about 2 AM. She wasn't sleeping and, as far as she knew, neither was Stiles. While Charlie wasn't exactly prone to impulsive actions, this was something she needed. She pulled herself out of bed, reaching for clothes and pulling them on and hurrying out to the kitchen as quietly as she could. This was also something that wasn't common for her, so she was really hoping Stiles would follow.

She had a plan and she wanted him to be a part of it.]

[His own abilities and powers were back, and while the Nogitsune was glad for that he was also a little concerned that this would make things more difficult. There really wasn't a sign that Stiles was going to resurface anytime soon.

Still. When she got up and headed towards the kitchen, he was curious. Enough to follow. To keep up the ruse he was who he claimed to be.]

[Charlie's trying to quietly search the cabinets, seeking out something in particular. There were brownies on the counter already, two of them on a plate. The box of strawberries from the fridge had been dumped into a colander and were sitting under running water in the sink. When she hears Stiles, she turns with a small smile.]

I want to eat outside. It's two AM, I know, but I want to distract myself for a bit. Wanna join me?

[He raises an eyebrow, shrugging briefly.]

Sure, if you want to.

[ She grins, still searching the cabinets and finally pulling down a bag of kettle chips. That seemed to be the final thing. That and a couple bottles of soda.]

Thank you.

[ Everything gets packed into a small basket and Charlie holds her hand out for Stiles.]

I want to create constellations again.

[With her fire. She wants to do something pretty with her ability, maybe to remind her that it is in fact something nice if she lets it be.] But not ones we know. I want to...make up a few. Just because.

Sure. We can do that. Do we have pretzels? [Something he doesn't dislike, at least.]

Yup. Same cabinet I got the hips from, behind the rum.

I'll get them. [Easily, in fact.]

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