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un: howlett

[knewaguy]

you're going to be useful
find me something to cheer up a kid

[hyperactive]

Uh, okay. Gonna need a little more to go on than that.
How old's the kid? Do you know anything they like?
If they're young enough you can probably just play peekaboo with 'em until they forget you stole their lollipop or whatever it is you did.

[knewaguy]

she's

[hold on, hold on - he remembers this. 132 months is what, again?]

eleven ish. likes horses and stealing things
speaks spanish

[hyperactive]

She likes stealing things? God. Eleven years old and already cooler than me.
Okay, uh, let me think.

[ eleven is probably too old for something arts and crafty, though he would kill to see james make a horse out of pipe cleaners and solo cups. probably not gonna find a nintendo DS with barbie horse adventures halfway under the ocean, though. hmm. ]

I'll search around, see what I can find. Maybe there'll be a huge ass whale swimming past one of the windows. That'd psyche any eleven year old up.
Why's she upset, anyway?

text, UN: tiger

[phaseflex]

Hey, skinny.
Did you make it out of Rapture alive?

[hyperactive]

Nope. They got me, gals. Dead as disco over here.

[ dot dot dot. ]

I'm good. I'm okay.
Collected some slugs. Made some friends. The usual.
Deerington's kind of crazy? Are the natives who normally live here known for running around in white and trying to sell you on the spooky scary power of love, or is this just kinda how things are right now?

[phaseflex]

tragic
i wonder where your wallet is...

i have no idea, this is my first time here, too
as far as i've been told, this is just how it is right now
i have my powers back, so i'm happy
the locals aren't giving you any problems, are they?

[hyperactive]

Joke's on you, dingus. I spent all my money on buying this dude Billy a bunch of junkfood at the arcade.
All you'll find in there is a moth flying out of the empty folds. Like in cartoons? Anyway.

I didn't know you had powers. Like you needed even more of a reason to be cooler than me. Great.
The locals are okay, just. Creepy. I don't know.
I feel like I'm going to be ritualistically sacrificed? Coincidentally, there were a ton of humans sacrifices back home, like, a month before I woke up here, so. Super fun all around. I'm loving this.

un: celebrian

[billiam]

[ this text comes at like, ten-something at night. not necessarily late, but maybe an odd hour to message someone about - well, anything not super important.

only this might be considered important. so. ]

hey.
remember that thing about your chem teacher?

[ ... ]

wait, crap.
are you sleeping?
sorry in advance if this is what wakes you up

[hyperactive]

[ bold of billiam to think that stiles sleeps. he's been crashing at logan's place the past couple of days, hoping that might help him get through the endless spring day and the torture outside, but even with the chaos in town kind of smoothing out and the moon rising back in the sky again, sleep hasn't been coming easy for him. surprise.

after exhausting the network of new things to read he's actually kinda happy to have company. hell yeah, dude, you're pulling through for him. ]

Who sleeps this early? Weirdo.
I remember, though, yeah! How could I forget? Pretty iconic name.
What's up?

[billiam]

well.
you were right.

april 6th; delivery

[billiam]

[ early in the evening, a small, white cardboard box is left on stiles' doorstep, placed somewhere where there's very little risk of it getting soggy if it starts to rain again. the edges are all sealed with tape, too, which might be frustrating to get off later, but will ultimately protect it from ants or any other curious bugs if it's left outside for too long.

taped to the outside of the box is a small envelope, maybe half the size of a standard postcard, and inside that is a short, handwritten note that simply reads, hope you're not allergic! in mostly-neat handwriting. there's no signature. inside the box - is a cupcake. ]

april 7th; delivery

[billiam]

[ the following evening, another package appears, much later than the first. same white box, same sealed edges, same envelope with an unsigned note inside. this one, in the same handwriting, just says, by grabthar's hammer, it's another one! inside, is another cupcake. ]

april 8th; delivery

[billiam]

[ the third box is placed very early the following morning, sometime before the start of the school day. same box, same envelope (cupcakes for breakfast are acceptable if they're topped with cereal, right?), and another sweet treat. ]

april 9th; delivery

[billiam]

[ the fourth and final box appears in the evening again, placed discreetly on the doorstep on billy's way home from a shift at the arcade. just like all the boxes previous to this one, it's small, white, and it comes with a note, though this one's a tad bit longer than all the rest. it reads: hey! you're probably sick of these by now, so this is the last one, i promise. just thought i'd try to cover my bases. hopefully i got it right. happy birthday! -B. the cupcake inside is topped with a mini oreo. billy may or may not have bought a second one for himself. ]

[hyperactive]

[ it's the tenth, when billy finally gets any kind of acknowledgment from stiles about his cupcakes - or maybe it's the eleventh, by the time billy reads the following text, given that stiles sends it out a few minutes shy of midnight. he spent tonight with logan and billy, awkward moments all evening punctured by stupid commentary from stiles that probably hurt the atmosphere more than helped it. he tried his best to make things-- casual and easy, once he realized that something was up between billy and logan, but maybe things didn't work out that way in the end. stiles is always just a little bit too hard on himself to know when he's enough instead of too much.

and stiles hasn't known what to think about the cupcakes, either. it's been a bit of a rollercoaster. between being unable to read the cards, at first, and getting paranoid that the cultists around town had moved on from pies to more sugary confections, he'll admit that he got off on the wrong foot with them - but he came good. once the rain hit him this morning that everything started feeling lighter. he was being paranoid over fucking cupcakes. he didn't need to be. ]

Hey.

[ stiles is texting. not a big deal, for most people, but for him - it's been a while since he's been able to put his thumbs to his phone and tap out a message, rather than just dictate what he wants to say to deerington's siri equivalent. he's been having a good day - the best day he's had since he arrived. billy's a huge part of why. ]

I really enjoyed seeing you tonight.

[ there's a pause. billy gets to see stiles typing, backspacing, and typing again. he keeps deleting what he wants to say and starting over. it lasts for... minutes. ]

My birthday's on the eighth! You overshot by a day, sucker. Thanks for the extra cake.
You really didn't need to send me these.
You didn't even need to remember my birthday was coming up, let alone, like - take a wild stab at when.
This was really sweet, though.
It's been a pretty great week because of you.

un: celebrian.

[billiam]

so.
i got a weird (see: cool) bag today with a weird (not that cool) letter and some other stuff.
did you get one too or am i being stalked?

[hyperactive]

The bag with the fucking lembas bread?
The lembas bread bag? The bag with the lembas bread? The fucking lembas bread bag?

[ because yes, he got it, and yes, there's some very serious shit for the two of them to talk about re: the content of that bag, but also: fucking lembas bread? lembas bread? lembas bread??????? he's ecstatic. ]

[billiam]

OKAY
YES
THAT BAG
THE BAG WITH THE LEMBAS BREAD AND THE WHITE TREE YOU GOT THAT BAG TOO

[ ugh, billy is - so glad stiles gets it. billy's incredibly excited about it too, if that's not already clear, but there's definitely some things that need to be addressed when it comes to the rest of the bag's contents. which he'll get to in a minute. ]

i thought maybe the bag was from you at first because i couldn't think of anybody else that would leave a bag with the white tree of gondor on it on my doorstep like, on purpose.
and put lembas inside?
it's even wrapped up in the leaves and everything!
but then i got to the letter and unless you also go by ramona on top of stiles and mischief, i figured - probably not you.

i don't even know if this is like actual lembas.
probably not though, right?
there are like a thousand lembas recipes online (i may or may not have looked them up a couple dozen times before, leave me alone)
but most of those are just flour, butter, and some kind of sweetener.
how much did you get?
i got like four.

text; what better way to officiate their cr

[shoplifter]

You're the one who is at Logan's apartment a lot, yes?

I ate your chips.

I just wanted you to know in case you were excited to eat them later.

welcome to the disaster zone

[hyperactive]

[ oh, hey, it's horse girl! stiles should have introduced himself sooner, but he just really didn't know how to say what's up i'm the teenage boy that's been spending a lot of time with your dad without sounding weird, so. thanks for pulling the trigger for him. ]

You ate my pringles? You ate from my already open can of pringles?
I mean, that's fine, but. I did lick them all. Marked 'em. Lots of drool.
You're probably gonna catch something.

is that welcome for laura or for stiles, we will never know

[shoplifter]

[There's a considerable pause.]

For the crime of being a bad comedian, I have also eaten the candy.

[Hopefully you didn't bother hiding anything.

She can smell it all anyway, so it's all for naught.]

1/3 un: wiccan

[billiam]

hey.
can i ask you for a favor?

[billiam]

no hard feelings if you'd just rather not

[ he hasn't even said what he needs help with yet, but that's not the point. ]

[billiam]

[ this last text comes about two hours later, and billy debated for a while about even sending it at all. stiles is probably... sleeping, or busy, or maybe he's just not in the mood to talk, which is absolutely fine and fair. (haha, it's not fine, it kind of sucks if stiles has decide he doesn't want to talk to billy anymore). ]

disregard.
i got it figured out.

[ and then, because he's worried about that sounding - passive aggressive, he adds: ]

:)