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@twinnoogler
He swung the door open. “Heeeeey! Didja bring the vodka?”
She frowned at the Stilinski twin. “No. Let’s get you to bed.” She said
“But it’s a party!” Stuart grinned, holding up a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and taking a swig of it.
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“He could be, maybe he’ll follow in your dad’s footsteps.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if he did.”
❝ worse than this??? ❞ she gestured to the wounded area, ❝ really??? ❞
“Yeah. Can we stop talking about it now?”
[text: Stiles’ nice friend] eits unolzcked
Allison came in and looked around. She headed up to the bedroom and knocked on Stewart’s door. “Stewart?”
He swung the door open. “Heeeeey! Didja bring the vodka?”
“Yeah, it– I don’t watch that, but they eat people, sure. There the damn evidence.” He shrugged his shoulder, fixing the hoodie he wore with a sigh. “Dad couldn’t take care of himself against them… What the hell makes you think you can?”
“You’d like it. It’s a good show.” Stuart rolled his eyes. “I’ll be fine, Stiles. I can handle myself. I can do research, and I like to think that I’m pretty good with a baseball bat.”
[text: Stewart] Too late
[text: Stewart] open the door
[text: Stiles’ nice friend] eits unolzcked
‘Maybe I haven’t seen you around ever? Also, Stiles never mentioned that he had a twin…’ Derek’s said, the sentence trailing off in thought.
“Maybe because I was out of town?” Stuart rolled his eyes. “I’m not surprised. I don’t exactly mention Stiles to people I know.”
“Yeah, although he’s gotten better at looking at the details and figuring things out.”
“He sounds like he could be a detective if he wanted to be.”
And what shape would an increasingly confused and angrier-by-the-second father take?
Sheriff done-with-this-shit Stilinski
Stiles Stilinski’s 4-Step Guide to Being Paralyzed
[text: Stewart] No Stew.
[text: Stiles’ nice friend] ysesse!sssss!s!s!seese
“Because not all of them are bad… This was– this was a wendigo, that did this.” He kept still for his brother to inspect the wound, sighing softly. “Yeah, he came after me… I… I stopped him though.” Stiles swallowed thickly, not willing to delve much deeper into that story for the moment. “I don’t know, Stuart… But me and Scott, we’ll– I’m not gonna let any of them near you or dad…”
“A wendigo? The cannibal thing from Supernatural?” When did his life suddenly turn into a TV show? Stuart frowned and let go of Stiles. “You’re not going to let any of them near me? Stiles, I’m not going to just let you protect me. I can take care of myself.”
[text: Stewart] No
[text: Stiles’ nice friend] mbut vodk!!!a!!
❝ no, it’s not, this is an actual wound, ❞ lydia began digging through her purse, looking around for a first aid kit, ❝ hold out your palm for me. ❞
@twinnoogler cont.
Stuart rolled his eyes and did as she asked. “I’ve had worse.”
