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[noideawhatimdoing]

[ Scott looks terribly uncomfortable, looking over his shoulder and throwing angry and embarrassed looks at his mun. ]

Okay. Stop, just--

--it's not funny okay.

[ There's a slight whine in his voice before he pouts, flat out and utters a distressed-- ]

Why are there even TWO STILES. I mean. I don't know what I mean anymore.



My head hurts.

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[causticly]

You think YOU'RE confused!? I'm the one with another me running around!

[benchwarming]

Face stealer.

[causticly]

Demon spawn.

[benchwarming]

Do you see any black eyes here? No, wait, let me get a flashlight you could be a skinwalker -

[causticly]

Oh my god I am not a skinwalker. Those things don't even exist!

... they don't exist, right? Because that would kind of suck yet also might explain a few things about some people...

[benchwarming]

I don't know! I thought it was just werewolves, but now we're talking about demons and people that steal my face. Precautions need to be had. Where is the rock salt.

[causticly]

But I'm not a demon! Do I need to drink salty holy water or something, which I will but I will not like it because salt water is nasty, okay. It just is. I don't see how that would help anything.

And how do I know you're not a werewolf! You could be waiting for me to turn my back so you can TEAR MY FACE OFF!

[noideawhatimdoing]

Oh... geez. Dude, which--

--which Stiles are you?

[ Poor potato. Werewolves and hunters, yes. But this??? ]

[causticly]

[ Just stares because, what. What, are you kidding him? Seriously? ]

Dude, it's ME me. There's only one me. Don't listen to - to whatever that is.

[noideawhatimdoing]

[ Aaaand this is Scott staring back. Because. Seriously. ]

Okay, fine--

if

if you're Stiles

[ He's squinting pretty hard trying to figure out if there's anything weird about this Stiles. Because. Reasons. Even if he looks exactly the way Stiles would look. ]

What happened on Halloween when we were ten?

[causticly]

Oh my god, seriously? Do you want me to recite our entire past? Okay, fine. Fine. When we were ten I made us dress up as Batman and Robin and I made you be Robin because I'm always Robin and then we went trick or treating and then we saw Lydia and I tried to get her attention but I tripped and fell and tore the tights I was wearing and started crying when she laughed at me. Then you got sick from all the candy you kept eating the whole night.

[ He is sooooooo totally not pleased with having retold that atrocious story he'd really like to forget. ]

scott why

[noideawhatimdoing]

[ Stiiiiiiiiill oddly skeptical. Because okay, maybe an evil twin sent to distract him would be prepared for Scott's queries on their past but Lydia has been Most Important Girl in Stiles' life.

So. Yes.

He leans in with narrowed eyes and murmurs. ]

Okay. So what was Lydia wearing...?

[benchwarming]

[ Here comes one of the Stiles, waving his arms. ]

Dude, dude, I am so sorry, just pretend I never said - that.

[noideawhatimdoing]

[ Okay that clears things up. ]

Dude. What the hell. Seriously??? Too much information.

[benchwarming]

It was the only way to prove it was me. Anything else one could reasonably assume, like - like a Sherlockian demon me.

[noideawhatimdoing]

How does that even prove anything? It's not like I knew you--

you...

[ Scott shakes his head like the confused puppy that he is. ]

Dude.

Girl's underwear?!??

[benchwarming]

I didn't say to prove to you, dumbass -

[ But he feels kind of bad for shouting I WORE WOMEN'S UNDERWEAR when you were around, bestie. ]

It was laundry day! You know how girls have the granny panties they wear on laundry day, they were my granny panties.

Only they were purple and lacey.

[burninhale]

[ O hi Peter just dropped in here

to judge all of you

with this face.









All right, sufficient judgment has been passed, peace out. ]

[benchwarming]

I can hear you breathing.

[burninhale]

What do you want, a medal?

[benchwarming]

Is it made of silver? Can I use it to kill you? Then yes. I want my silver medal.

[burninhale]

You don't have to shoot for second place, you know. You're already there with Lydia, aren't you? Badumpching.

[benchwarming]

My second place metal will leave a nice, round burn mark on your face. I hope.

[ He winces at Peter all the same, making all the faces at you Uncle Hale. ]

don't mind if I do

[lostatesticle]

Stop thinking. Then your head won't hurt anymore.

the latest of the late.

[altercate]

[ two dear god no one needs two. ]

It's not supposed to make sense.