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[wolfteen]

Hi, this is Scott. I can't take your call right now. Leave a message, I'll get back to you.

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[wolfteen]

No, of course I’m going to tell Allison. [ He scrunches up his face, like duh, Stiles. ] She’ll see it if I don’t. At least I think she will. It wouldn’t be fair, keeping it from her.

[oralfixations]

No, it wouldn't. Okay, so me and Allison.

[Fair enough. Stiles nudges the sandwich nearby. Yes he's still bothering you to eat it, Scott.]

[wolfteen]

Yeah, you and Allison. [ And no one else, including Jackson, and definitely including Derek. Scott glances up at him, and then sighs. He lifts the sandwich and tears a corner of it off to eat. Okay, happy now?!



He’ll admit it’s maybe kind of good. ]

Thanks. You mind if I stay, for a while?

[oralfixations]

Stay as long as you want. [Stiles smiles.] I got some cards. We could play them if you want?

[wolfteen]

Yeah, sure. [ His smile widens a bit. ] I didn't bring anything to bet, though. We can play for the rest of this sandwich?

[oralfixations]

Nope, that sandwich is all yours. We don't have to play for stakes.

[wolfteen]

Okay, if you say so. Please tell me you actually have cards, though, cause I don’t.

[oralfixations]

I do!

[Stiles moves off the bed and rummages, finally grabbing the pack before going to sit back down on the beds with Scott.]

Grabbed these from Steve.

We could possibly leave it here?

[wolfteen]

[ Scott smiles, and rubs the back of his neck. ]

I never even thought of asking him that.

Okay, I'm in. Deal me.