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[hypercompetent]

Yo, this is Stiles. I'm out saving the world or something, so leave me a message and I'll get back to you.
text > voicemail > email > whatever!

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text » you're just so delicious!

[disparage]

Yeah! She has been since I could remember. Maybe your dad and my mom should go bowling and share really lame cases. Does your dad deal with a lot of animal attacks? I swear, it's like the only thing small towns have to deal with.

[ she wonders if stiles had been as resentful toward his father as she had toward her mother. work always came first. the badge was always more important than her. it had seemed to black and white, when she was younger, to hate her mother for simply doing her job. it's all she had — and caroline punished her for it. ]

Really? Because I might have to sue you for that patent.
Delete this text, but, my friends say I'm a really great swimmer in this pool called Denial. You may have heard of it?

text » ;^;

[hypercompetent]

mountain lions.
or, well "mountain lions"
it's a real epidemic, apparently.
They can share old cop stories
just tell her to ask him about the army
he'll talk about it for days :P

[ oh caroline, you should not have said that. stiles immediately has to wonder if she's from a place like beacon hills--where the supernatural are so often abound? wild animal attacks in beacon hills meant werewolves. (or the occasional coyote.) ]

What a coincidence
I'm the same with a river. :P