[ he laughs. wait, that's bad, stiles shouldn't make him laugh. it's stiles. ]
He can heal. We should break his jaw so his chin realigns itself. Tie a splint to his cheek so it mends the right way.
Listen, This whole living situation is going to be shitty for both of us, but I'm not going to feel right just leaving you to deal with adjusting on your own. You can kick me out in a few weeks, if I don't end up ragequitting before then. Okay?
Won't it just heal back crooked, regardless of what he does since that's how it was when he got bit? Like the whole tattoo thing - maybe he just needs to scorch it, too. Interesting.
[Totally got distracted typing that, pauses to recollect.]
Yeah, deal. It's okay, I don't have any other friends here right now either. We can be roomies. Friday's movie night and you cook on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I don't make those rules.
No some scary dude gave him a tattoo and when it went bye bye bye, you did break out the blowtorch. Thank GOD it wasn't her name, I feel like if I hadn't have been there it could've been. It would've been, who am I kidding. Instead it was uh. Bands? Lines. He. He picked lines. Around his bicep. Two lines.
[At least three would've made mantra sense but whatever, whatever. Whatever, Scott?]
No no no no, no skipping out on Movie Night?! I'm Scott-less and Father-less and listen, Derek. You have to step up and be a lot of things for me, in this desperate and lonely, unprotected, sad, miserable period of adjustment for me. That involves watching the Notebook? Who else am I going to cry on??
Lines? Two? I could have understood three. Three would've made sense. We have these mantras - counting threes is sort of... our... lines? Two lines. Two lines. You just let it happen? You just let him get two lines. I thought you were his friend.
[ whatever, scott, enjoy your mantra-sense-less bullshit arm bands. derek moves on. ]
He still went with two. Two. Two??? Also, I kinda passed out for most of that. It's not my fault needles make me squeamish. Where were you, anyway? Huh? Huh? You don't know, do you. That's right. You literally do not know.
[ as a gesture of good will, he doesn't comment on the needl-- ]
Needles make you squeamish. You're the sheriff's son. You and Scott only got caught up in this whole Werewolf thing because you wanted to catch a glimpse of Laura's dead body. You fought a Kanima. Needles should be smalltime, you big baby.
I'm not watching The Notebook with you. It's bro comedies, something surreal and confusing we have to focus on too much to talk to each other, black and white horror movies or nothing.
PHOBIAS ARE PHOBIAS, DEREK. They're legit? Just like you can't help scaring cats up trees, I can't help feeling... lightheaded sometimes when things are spooky or bloody or a little too real. It's how I am. Accept me. Love me. It's totally normal and even men faint? Men faint all the time.
I know a really trippy anime movie that rings some of those bells, though. It's probably called Imperfect Cerulean here, or something stupid. Otherwise I'm fine for old school bird attacks and Bates Motelisms.
I do like the hard crunch of human bone. But. Okay. I'll... pick those up?
[ he wonders if he should offer to, like - invite people, or something, over the first few movie nights, but he remembers rather quickly he doesn't have any friends. he has one, but he's possessive and wants to keep tate to himself, so. wow, okay. guess he really will be stuck watching a movie with stiles. ]
If Scott does show up, no telling him we did this.
100% between us, we can pinky swear on it if it makes you feel better.
Y'know I went through the network and a bunch of names from home have been here before, but most of 'em far back. Allison, Scott, Lydia - even... well, even me? That's weird and creepy and I don't know how I feel about it. I didn't go through them too in depth because of the heebie jeebies but I might, just to see if by any chance anyone happened to be farther along than I am in a timeline. If that's possible to tell.
I've been here before, too. I haven't gone through the archives - I've never had a reason to. But they're all there, just waiting to be looked through. I don't know if it's something I want to do. Seeing relationships I built with people I don't remember, seeing feelings I had that aren't in me anymore. It's hard enough dealing with the things I'm already dealing with without adding existential identity issues on top of it.
I need an actual script for Adderall in order to focus enough but I wanna go through it, at some point. I feel like I'm getting hit by a trifecta of buses right now with the data overload. Like, the hell happened in De Chima? How big of a white board am I going to need and how am I going to fit it in my room now that you crammed a couch in there?
I'll get the board going, though. If you want some more crash courses in what happened or is... gonna happen to you, I can help with that.
I want to know, yeah. I'll catch you up on everything I know about this version of America, too. We can go through the network archives together, if it would make you feel better. Adderall is probably doable. You're an imPort now. There's probably some native groupie working some pharmacy nearby who would give you all the drugs they had if you just smiled at them the right way.
If you register, you're giving your name and your time and your abilities to a system that doesn't care about you. It's bribery. You're signing away your independence for a home and easy money. You don't need assigned housing to survive. The government doesn't do anything for imPorts, let alone its own native people. Declaring you'll fight for someone entirely on their terms instead of carving your own path and fighting for what you believe in, all while allowing yourself to be tracked and herded like cattle? It's insane.
You're better than that. I don't know why I trust you as much as I do in the future, but if you saved my life, you're obviously someone strong. Someone capable of surviving without a safety net like registration. You're a good guy with your own code of conduct. You're smart. You don't need to impose restrictions on yourself for the sake of somebody else's comfort.
I take it back. You're a whiny baby who can't sit still for five god damn seconds. That's all you are. Why are you using emotes? Don't use emotes. You're pissing me off.
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Wow, thank you. Even prettier than Scott?
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He can heal. We should break his jaw so his chin realigns itself. Tie a splint to his cheek so it mends the right way.
Listen,
This whole living situation is going to be shitty for both of us, but I'm not going to feel right just leaving you to deal with adjusting on your own.
You can kick me out in a few weeks, if I don't end up ragequitting before then.
Okay?
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[Totally got distracted typing that, pauses to recollect.]
Yeah, deal. It's okay, I don't have any other friends here right now either. We can be roomies.
Friday's movie night and you cook on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I don't make those rules.
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Wait, Scott has a tattoo? Who told him how to stop it from healing over? Me?
Did I give Scott a tattoo? I swear to god, if it was Allison's name...
But yeah, okay. I can do that. I'll cook.
Definitely skipping out on movie night, but the rest is fine.
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[At least three would've made mantra sense but whatever, whatever. Whatever, Scott?]
No no no no, no skipping out on Movie Night?! I'm Scott-less and Father-less and listen, Derek. You have to step up and be a lot of things for me, in this desperate and lonely, unprotected, sad, miserable period of adjustment for me. That involves watching the Notebook? Who else am I going to cry on??
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I could have understood three. Three would've made sense. We have these mantras - counting threes is sort of... our... lines? Two lines.
Two lines.
You just let it happen? You just let him get two lines.
I thought you were his friend.
[ whatever, scott, enjoy your mantra-sense-less bullshit arm bands. derek moves on. ]
They don't have The Notebook in this universe.
[ they absolutely do. ]
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Alpha, Beta, Omega. Beginning, Middle, End. Eeny, meany, min- wait no that's four.
He still went with two. Two. Two??? Also, I kinda passed out for most of that. It's not my fault needles make me squeamish. Where were you, anyway? Huh? Huh? You don't know, do you. That's right. You literally do not know.
[Stupid Scott.]
What's it called then? The Notepad?
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[ as a gesture of good will, he doesn't comment on the needl-- ]
Needles make you squeamish.
You're the sheriff's son. You and Scott only got caught up in this whole Werewolf thing because you wanted to catch a glimpse of Laura's dead body. You fought a Kanima.
Needles should be smalltime, you big baby.
I'm not watching The Notebook with you.
It's bro comedies, something surreal and confusing we have to focus on too much to talk to each other, black and white horror movies or nothing.
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I know a really trippy anime movie that rings some of those bells, though. It's probably called Imperfect Cerulean here, or something stupid. Otherwise I'm fine for old school bird attacks and Bates Motelisms.
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You'd make a terrible werewolf.
Make a list. We'll go through all of them.
Apparently this is just my life now.
What about
[ deep breath, measures his temper. why is this his life. this is stupid. why is he even asking this question ]
snacks? I don't know what you eat.
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I like pretzels and bbq chips. I'm guessing you're into beef jerky and the bones of your enemies?
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But.
Okay. I'll... pick those up?
[ he wonders if he should offer to, like - invite people, or something, over the first few movie nights, but he remembers rather quickly he doesn't have any friends. he has one, but he's possessive and wants to keep tate to himself, so. wow, okay. guess he really will be stuck watching a movie with stiles. ]
If Scott does show up, no telling him we did this.
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Y'know I went through the network and a bunch of names from home have been here before, but most of 'em far back. Allison, Scott, Lydia - even... well, even me? That's weird and creepy and I don't know how I feel about it. I didn't go through them too in depth because of the heebie jeebies but I might, just to see if by any chance anyone happened to be farther along than I am in a timeline. If that's possible to tell.
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I've been here before, too.
I haven't gone through the archives - I've never had a reason to. But they're all there, just waiting to be looked through.
I don't know if it's something I want to do. Seeing relationships I built with people I don't remember, seeing feelings I had that aren't in me anymore.
It's hard enough dealing with the things I'm already dealing with without adding existential identity issues on top of it.
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I'll get the board going, though. If you want some more crash courses in what happened or is... gonna happen to you, I can help with that.
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I want to know, yeah. I'll catch you up on everything I know about this version of America, too. We can go through the network archives together, if it would make you feel better.
Adderall is probably doable. You're an imPort now.
There's probably some native groupie working some pharmacy nearby who would give you all the drugs they had if you just smiled at them the right way.
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I'm supposed to like, "Swear In" or something? Sounds a bit daunting. Soul-selling, honestly.
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It's bribery. You're signing away your independence for a home and easy money.
You don't need assigned housing to survive. The government doesn't do anything for imPorts, let alone its own native people.
Declaring you'll fight for someone entirely on their terms instead of carving your own path and fighting for what you believe in, all while allowing yourself to be tracked and herded like cattle? It's insane.
You're better than that.
I don't know why I trust you as much as I do in the future, but if you saved my life, you're obviously someone strong. Someone capable of surviving without a safety net like registration.
You're a good guy with your own code of conduct. You're smart. You don't need to impose restrictions on yourself for the sake of somebody else's comfort.
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Derek Hale just said I'm smart. I'm saving this text to show Scott later.
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I take it back.
You're a whiny baby who can't sit still for five god damn seconds. That's all you are.
Why are you using emotes? Don't use emotes.
You're pissing me off.
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