Stiles

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Derek: Thank you for coming, Scott.

Scott: Of course, Derek.

Derek: And thank you for coming Stiles even though I told you more than once not to.

Stiles: You're most certainly welcome.

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Scott: What are we gonna do?!

Stiles: Blame you.

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Stiles: Heyyy, you guys love me no matter what, right?

Scott: What did you do now?

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Derek: Stay here, Stiles.

Stiles: Have you met me? Listening isn't my thing.

Derek: And getting in trouble is?

Stiles: Pretty much.

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Stiles: What goes up but never goes down?

Derek: I don't know.

Stiles: Come on, guess.

Derek: Fine. The amount of stress you bring this pack.

Stiles: ....

Stiles: Well damn.

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Dustin: Stiles has a point.

Stiles: Don't agree with me. It makes me uncomfortable.

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Scott: How do you type so fast??

Stiles: Anxiety.

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Stiles: My crush isn't picking up on my hints

Scott: What hints have you given them?

Stiles: Well, I think about them a lot

Stiles: And sometimes I even think about talking to them

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Scott: How the hell did you break your leg??

Stiles: Do you see those porch stairs?

Scott: Yes, why?

Stiles: I didn't.

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Stiles: Any plans for tonight?

Scott: No.

Stiles: Loser.

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Scott: You ever replay a conversation in your head, and realized you sounded like an idiot?

Stiles: Have you met me?

Scott: ....

Scott: Fair point.

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Scott: You know, sometimes I think you don't take me seriously.

Stiles: Seriously? There's times you think I do?

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Stiles: I hope I die brutally in front of you with no way to stop it, so that it haunts you for the rest of your life.

Scott: I'm sorry for eating your food! My god!

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Scott: What's your blood type?

Stiles: I don't know.

Scott: How could you not??

Stiles: Who am I, Karl Landsteiner, discoverer of blood types?

Scott: You don't know your own blood type, but you know who created them?!

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Stiles: I'm going to tell you something cause I really think you need to hear it.

Scott: Ok..?

Stiles: You should go fuck yourself.

Scott: ....

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Stiles, looking sad: Nobody thinks what I think..

Scott: Why the hell should anyone be thinking about hiring a hitman on yourself, while also hiring a bodyguard, just to see who is better at their job?

Stiles: ....

Stiles: What about hiring two hitmen on each other?

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Scott: Your problem is that you've got no common sense!

Stiles: I have plenty of common sense!

Stiles: I just choose to ignore it.