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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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[triskeles]

[ A little while later, Derek's made the switch to voice so that he can continue searching, having tore through their floor, and not deal with texts. ]

We need to know you're all right, we-- [ There's a pause as he works his jaw a little, and he caves the slightest bit. His texts probably came off as mostly mad, but now it's obvious that he's just stupidly worried. ] I need to know.

If you can hear this, just. Call, okay? Somehow, doesn't matter how.