[ the paranoia on this guy. ... is understandably relatable, if billy's honest, but someone has to keep a somewhat level head between the two of them. ]
i've got this, stiles. i'll make sure everything checks out, and i'll get you gummy worms and whatever else you can think of between now and the check-out line at the supermarket. make sure to text me about anything you find that you think might be super important. see you in an hour. ish.
[ 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
[ oh my god? so mean. truly her father's daughter. stiles' shock and scandal probably doesn't communicate over text, but. he's feeling it in droves. ]
Well, now you're just being malicious. That's a criminal offense, spite-eating a man's candy. I could have you arrested. Charged for libel, too. Slander. "Bad comedian"? Excuse me? You literally just punched my heart out of my chest. Literally. Not figuratively. Don't even have a ribcage anymore. Punched that out of me, too. With your words. Unbelievable.
I feel like it'd probably be a dick move to confirm that, but like. I mean, I'm not denying it.
I'd like to think that if I had a mutation, I'd have something a little cooler than that. Probability manipulation. Nobody ever thinks of probability manipulation. Being able to say I'm going to wake up tomorrow with a 100% chance of being able to fly is infinitely more useful than limiting yourself with just I wish I could fly. No offense to any friends you might have that can fly. I can't fly. Man, I wish I could fly, though.
Unforgivable. Genuinely unforgivable. You're not forgiven. I'm gonna start putting all my food under lock and key. Even the food in my own house. Just in case you break in to ransack my kitchen. Can't trust you.
Oh, uh. I mean, it's not a very funny story. I might lose some of my comedian cred. Do you remember Rapture? Big, scary underwater city. Lots of bad dudes skittering around. Zombie douchebags. Your dad was pretty sick, so I looked after him for a while. Then I got pretty badly hurt, so he looked after me for a while. And now it's just. Like.
I mean, he's kind of helpless? Look at him. Big dumb bear walking around on two legs. I'd feel pretty bad leaving him now. It'd be like abandoning a particularly ugly puppy. Someone's gotta make sure he's feeding himself.
You seem like you do okay for yourself, though. Comparatively speaking. Stealing other people's food. Parkouring around like nobody's business. Very independent. Which is good. Great! Awesome. Independence is hard to come by. Especially at your age. So. Good work. But.
[ how does he say "let's be friends" to someone half his age who is already so much cooler than him. how do people talk to kids? how do people talk to kids with knives for bones. augh augh ahg. ]
I mean, if you ever need someone to check in on you, or whatever, I can totally do that. Like, if you want someone to bring you more chips, or like - I don't know - just - Generally make sure you're holding up okay? Then, like. What's up. Hey. I can do that. I'm great at checking in on people. Pretty much what I do best, actually.
[ 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: ]
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