[ stiles stripped the bed. stiles stripped the bed and grabbed a pillow case, too, and now he's back in the lab with a sheet spread out on the floor and his hands back on his hips because this - probably isn't going to work the way he wants it to. he's going to end up with a bag of broken glass and chemical burns down his back or something - if he can even manage to get out of the building without someone stopping him for looking suspicious.
his phone buzzes. stiles steps over the sheet and stretches his arm out to reach for it, sliding it closer to him on the table.
nobody is killing anybody, at least - not derek. not unprovoked, not without a good enough reason to maybe keep him out of jail. ]
Yeah, and then every vampire will try to kill you, and I don't feel like making a bunch of wooden stakes. I don't even know how to whittle.
[ he starts to put his phone down so he can try to tackle this - lab shit, but his phone vibrates in his hand before he can. he blinks. blinks again, a little harder this time, but the text still makes - absolutely no sense.
stiles panics a little, just a tiny flare of a sick feeling in his stomach, because the last time he was having trouble reading and comprehending was - back home, when the nogitsune—
another text comes through, bumping up the jibberish. stiles sighs quietly, rubbing his fingers against his forehead. jesus. what the hell. ]
What the hell was that? You have a stroke?
I was going to ask if he's seen Rosalind, for starters. I know she's probably gone But if you're right, it wouldn't hurt to let him know someone's looking for her. I don't think I'd mention the prototype.
no subject
his phone buzzes. stiles steps over the sheet and stretches his arm out to reach for it, sliding it closer to him on the table.
nobody is killing anybody, at least - not derek. not unprovoked, not without a good enough reason to maybe keep him out of jail. ]
Yeah, and then every vampire will try to kill you, and I don't feel like making a bunch of wooden stakes.
I don't even know how to whittle.
[ he starts to put his phone down so he can try to tackle this - lab shit, but his phone vibrates in his hand before he can. he blinks. blinks again, a little harder this time, but the text still makes - absolutely no sense.
stiles panics a little, just a tiny flare of a sick feeling in his stomach, because the last time he was having trouble reading and comprehending was - back home, when the nogitsune—
another text comes through, bumping up the jibberish. stiles sighs quietly, rubbing his fingers against his forehead. jesus. what the hell. ]
What the hell was that?
You have a stroke?
I was going to ask if he's seen Rosalind, for starters.
I know she's probably gone
But if you're right, it wouldn't hurt to let him know someone's looking for her.
I don't think I'd mention the prototype.