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[blackfly]

This is Stiles. What's up?

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[calloused]

Depends on how capably you can pretend to be six years old, I guess. Shouldn't be too hard.

Beagle Master One.

[blackfly]

Can I tell you a thing that I was trying not to tell you because you're gonna either laugh or give me a smarmy look which I can already picture even though right now you're incapable of physically looking at me unless you're doing that stalky stalk thing again?

[calloused]

I can always see you, Stiles. I can always see everyone.

Shoot.

[blackfly]

I was eager to live the rebel life and be too cool for school but I think I'm slowly dying from the inside out re: not having a schedule in my life and there are only so many episodes of Unsolved Mysteries I can watch consecutively to keep myself occupied.

I think I might. Want to voluntarily. Go to school. Here.

[calloused]

Weird.
You could just do something useful, instead. Learn a trade. Practice fighting. Make a schedule through willpower and a thirst for knowledge and experience rather than through... school.

But.
Good for you? I guess. Don't fuck it up? I don't know why you think I would judge you for this.
You... want me to take you highlighter shopping?

[blackfly]

Would you? My dad always took me to the department store every August.
Tradition's been kinda busted this year.

Also ignoring all that other stuff you said entirely, except: what's your schedule like?

[calloused]

Seriously?

[ he was joking, but - ]

Yeah, fine. We can hit up some supply shops, get you signed up. School should be starting soon, we'll have to knock it all out in a day or two.

My schedule's... fine.
Actually, it's a bit of a mess right now, but.
Normally: super disciplined. Better than you.

[blackfly]

OK first thing's first: Really? I didn't think you'd say yes. But you did. I saw you? Okay. Cool.

Secondly: I bet you just lay around eating cheetos all day. Prove me wrong.

[calloused]

Already regretting it.

You've seen me shirtless enough times to know I've never eaten a cheeto in my life.

[blackfly]

Dude, you're a werewolf. You can eat literal trash and still look jacked.

[calloused]

It's not like being a werewolf just automatically fixes physical imperfections. Just look at Scott's jaw.
I still have to work out. Maybe not a lot, but I can't, like, not.

[blackfly]

Touche.

So fat werewolves can be a thing, you're telling me. Not a visual I had considered before now.

[calloused]

I mean, again, just look at Scott.

[ now he's just being mean ]

[blackfly]

OK Regina, reel it in.

[calloused]

You should start making a list of all the things you'll need. Books, stationary.
Little erasers shaped like animals on the end of a pencil you'll lose in your backpack and only find again on graduation.

[blackfly]

Were those popular in the 80s, when you went to school?

[U old, old fuck.]

[calloused]

Were you popular, when you went to school?

Dick.

[blackfly]

I hang out with you more often than not. Let that answer your own question.

Don't slap your slap bracelet on so tight, Mr. Flip phone and have a snickers.

[calloused]

It's a brave man who sinks the ship he's standing on just to drown the captain.

You're just jealous because you never had extraordinarily fancy gel pens.

[blackfly]

I hate to break this to you, Derek.

But I had gel pens. And the black paper.

[calloused]

[ hm. ]

Whatever.
You missed the golden age of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
I don't care about anything else.

[blackfly]

Yeah, well. They gave me nightmares anyway. I'm fine with this.

[calloused]

What.







What.
They're radical.

[blackfly]

Take off the nostalgia goggles. Those things were horrifying.

[calloused]

I wouldn't be the man I am today without Mikey and Raph.