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[freaking]

No idea who the Winchesters are, but I think we managed without them. [Just barely.]

And nope, I don't want to talk about any of the rest of it. Give me a day to recover, okay?

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[freezerburned]

A day? More like a week.

[Isaac was in there for all of five minutes and even he is not okay. :C]

[freaking]

[Sorry about the flare in your face, dude. At least it wasn't ice?]

I'd say a year, but we're never that lucky.

[freezerburned]

[Yeah um excuse you that was SUPER SAFE, throwing a flare between a flammable bed and flammable carpet and Isaac's perfect flammable hair good job stiles. Hey that was almost as smart as throwing a flare three inches away from the puddle of gas.]

No more road trips. Can we make that a rule?

[freaking]

[Yeah let's not talk about how Scott would have gone up in flames just from holding that flare A+ research Jeff Davis. Clearly he never saw the Zoolander gas station scene.]

Please and thank you. Unless we're road-tripping somewhere werewolf, darach, and ghost-free.

[freezerburned]

[What? Are you saying that a show called Teen Wolf has a poor grasp of physics???]

Evil werewolves, maybe, unless you want to kick out half of the group. Also, no buses. I am never sleeping on a bus again.

[freaking]

[You'd think Lydia would at least pipe up when things get totally wacky in that department.]

I wouldn't be opposed to kicking out half the group. [Isaac and Boyd can maybe stay. Hales are out. Alpha twins are definitely out.]

[idly]

I wouldn't say we really managed.

[ Given that she. Kind of had to tackle you to the ground in order to prevent you from going up in flames. ]

[freaking]

We saved four whole werewolf asses, Lydia. I'd say that's managing.

[Stiles just never wants to do it again.]

[idly]

We saved them? I thought I was the one who put them in danger in the first place.

[ Still bitter about the claims against her. Never forgiving him, nope, not for awhile. ]

[freaking]

[Yeah, that's still...a thing. Seriously, though, Team Human is definitely at least 1/3 sort-of-supernatural. Stiles just can't figure out what variety of supernatural Lydia might be.]

For the next thirty minutes let's just focus on the fact that everyone's alive. [And only scarred emotionally.]

[interns]

[ she's just going to give him a hug now, yup, hug times ]

[freaking]

[Shit sucks in Beacon Hills, Gwen. At least in Manhattan the crazy diabolical mutants don't fuck with your head.]

Hey.

[interns]

Hi.

[ well they fuck with your head a little bit. but only when they're your mentor and they kill your dad, but like. other than that. ]

Is there any way I could convince you to quit it with the whole.. putting yourself in life-threatening situations thing? What can i do to help with that? 'Cause I'll do it.

[freaking]

[Maybe they should move to Oklahoma, or something. They don't have werewolves or mutants, right? Just corn fields. And cows. What if there are werecows?]

Kinda comes with the whole best-friend-being-a-werewolf territory. [Except Stiles really doesn't want to think about Gwen ending up in a situation like that--because of him or otherwise. He tightens his arms around her, letting go of a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.]

You can help by staying out of those situations. Away from the crazy stuff. Staying safe.

[interns]

[ Oklahoma sounds good. boring, but good. werecows might be cute. amooooo! ]

I'm not so great at staying out of things. I mean, I won't try to get involved. I don't want to be. But it's hard not to be interested when there's an apparent serial killer loose in a small town. That kinda thing gets my Stacy-senses tingling, you know? It's in my blood.

[ a poor excuse, but yeah, she's pulling a my dad used to be a cop too, you know card. she turns her face just so she can nuzzle against his neck, relaxing her side of the hug a bit, but not pulling away. ]

sobs

[mccallmemaybe]

Maybe... we could watch Star Wars while we recover?

[ He uses "we" because they are forever a we and frankly they both have some recovering to do. ]

same ;;;

[freaking]

Seriously?

[Your best friend points just skyrocketed, Scott. Although they were already through the roof after the other night, anyway.]

If you fall asleep in the middle of Return of the Jedi I'll never forgive you, just FYI.

[intelligently]

For what it was, anyway.

[freaking]

Let's avoid buses and motels for the next foreseeable forever.

[intelligently]

And fights with Alphas?

[godownswinging]

Which Winchesters?

[freaking]

Some dudes named Sam and Dean. Why?

[godownswinging]

Uh huh.

You ever met the guys?

[freaking]

Nope. They sound like some Ghost Hunters-knockoff dynamic duo.

[godownswinging]

Knockoff---

[Oh, he'll knock something off all right. Fucking teenagers.]

Yeah well, at least my best friend isn't a damn werewolf.

[Yeah, sorry, he shares headspace with a Stiles. He knows what's up.]