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i mean unless there's another chemistry teacher also named peter parker around here, i think it is a pretty watertight conclusion.
but if you really need extra evidence:
before he woke up here, he was "trying to keep the city from falling apart"
the city being new york city i presume
and he understands the disappointment of being lied to about ny-style pizza.
sounds pretty peter-parker-is-spider-man to me.

you were gonna skip class?
don't you get like paid to go?

I mean, anyone could use the username Spider-man and pretend to be the guy literally named Peter Parker. That's something I would do. I tried to convince him my name was Peter Pilinski when we first talked. Everyone lies on the internet.
But no. You've got a good nose for leads, William. Well done.
Somewhat apprehensive about what this all means. I don't wanna disappoint Spider-man. There's a very real possibility that disappointing Spider-man is now an inevitable cornerstone of my future.
That's bad.

And yeah, but.
Slightly more important things to worry about than qualifying for AP English, these days.

pilinski?
that's a totally legitimate concern though, i'd hate to disappoint him too.

[ or any of the avengers, really, even though he's probably most definitely disappointed at least half of them by now. ]

i think as long as you pass his class though, you'll be fine.
nothing is more disappointing than a student failing.
i assume nothing is more disappointing for a teacher, anyway.
i don't actually know.

yeah, i know what you mean.
i've been thinking about enrolling, actually
but it just seems kind of... i don't know. weird?
like i'm just accepting what's going on here and that i'm probably going to be here for a while.
but at the same time, it'd probably be a good idea not to fall behind.

Stiles Stilinski. Peter Pilinski. Seemed like an obvious leap to make.
Anyway.

[ failing classes is one of the big reasons stiles wants to skip school so much lately - his issues with sleep deprivation are making sitting in a sterile educational environment while lights buzz overhead difficult enough, but drifting in and out of knowing how to read is all the more frustrating. text conversations like this one are easy enough to handle, with text-to-speech accessibility making it easier to cover up any lulls or pauses in the conversation that might stick together once letters and words blur together, but he can't exactly sit in peter fucking parker's chemistry class incapable of reading anything he writes on the blackboard, asking everyone around him to read out his textbook for him. and take notes for him. and do his homework for him. it's just not viable.

but billy doesn't need to hear about all of that, so he doesn't. ]

I don't think you have to view enrolling here as accepting anything.
It's just... a little bit of normalcy in a pretty fucking abnormal existence. You should grab onto anything that reminds you of home, especially if it'll keep you busy.
Beats sitting around feeling sorry for yourself like half of the people I've met here are doing.

oh.
why'd you pretend to be someone else though?
... is stiles even your real name?

[ it is kind of an unusual name, but then again - he knows people named noh-varr and kl'rt, so. maybe not all that unusual. ]

i hadn't really thought about it like that, that's a good point.
starting in the middle of the year (?) will probably be weird
or maybe not weird at all, considering how people just kind of keep showing up kinda whenever, huh.

Edited (w h y do i keep making the same fucking mistake) 2020-03-30 18:27 (UTC)

He... was handing out badges for anyone named Peter and inviting them to a Peter Club, so.
Look, things like this stop being funny once you have to explain yourself, so I'm gonna put a moratorium on any more questions.
Billy.

[ anyway, nope! stiles isn't his real name. moving on! ]

I'm pretty sure they've got systems in place, yeah. Ways to integrate us into the fray.
Even if they don't, you seem smart enough to be able to pick things up wherever.
You'll be okay either way.

oh no
this is very funny.
i want to know if you got a badge.
that's not a question by the way, just expressing a desire for very specific knowledge pertaining to a very specific situation.
can't put a moratorium on curiosity :)

yeah, i mean. i'll figure it out.
it's not like i don't have the time to catch up if i need to.
but hey, maybe we'll end up having some classes together

I'm putting a moratorium on curiosity. Curiosity is officially banned in this household.
Any further violations will result in swift and decisive punishment.
Defenestration.

That'd be fun. How old are you, again?
I'm saying "again" like I've just casually forgotten, even though I've just never actually asked for your age.

do you even have that kind of authority?
i don't think being the son of a sheriff gives you that kind of power, buddy.

hasn't anyone ever told you you don't ask someone their age?
i'm scandalized!
kidding. i just turned 18 not too long ago.
well, back home, i mean.
time's kind of off here.

Edited 2020-03-31 00:14 (UTC)

Woah, woah. I've definitely got more authority and power than you, tough guy.
First the interrogation, now the disrespect? Unbelievable.
I could arrest you for this. I'm gonna arrest you.
Gonna get you tried as an adult, and everything. You old bastard.
Eighteen. Wow. All grown up.
Your life's basically over.

yeah?
with your handcuffs?
wait you said you do have handcuffs
anyway i don't think "disrespect" is against the law.
it wasn't on that list in the basket, either.
i know my rights.

"basically over" yeah right.
how old are you?
you've gotta be like
17-19.

Edited 2020-03-31 00:47 (UTC)

I mean, I don't have handcuffs here.
I think. Hold on. Brb.

[ he's checking the bag he came in with, just in case they're buried beneath the schoolbooks he hasn't touched, but - nope, cuffless. also, he hates that billy remembers the handcuffs thing, and he just needs some time away from his phone before he answers. god. embarrassing. ]

Nope. Did find some adderall, though, which is a big freaking relief. Been a while since I've microdosed myself with meth.
Anyway, I'm thirty-nine.
Just kinda short.

hey.
you're like five inches taller than me.

is that like... a casual thing
or a prescribed thing

Edited (oh my god i'm sorry for all the edits please don't stop liking me thanks) 2020-03-31 01:00 (UTC)

Oh, yeah.
Sorry for the burn. Whoops. I'm seventeen. Young and free. Dancing queen.
But, uh, not for long, actually?
I don't want to celebrate it, or anything, but I'll be eighteen in about a week, if we're sticking to conventional times and dates for our birthdays.
Ugh, that's.
Really bad news, actually. Ugh.
Ughrghjrhgh.

Anyway. Wow. Prescribed, you wildcat.
Though I do appreciate the implication that I don't act like I have ADHD.

[ stiles may not want to celebrate his birthday, but billy is still making a mental note of when it is. about when it is, anyway, since stiles doesn't want to be specific. ]

come on, it's not that bad.
i mean having a "milestone" birthday away from home in some creepy haunted town probably isn't ideal, but.
actually i don't have a followup for that 'but'.
18's not really any different from 17, but now you can buy tickets for r-rated movies instead of sneaking into them like everyone under 18 does (don't tell your dad).

i hadn't really noticed, honestly.
you said it's been a while, though.
have you not been taking it?

Edited 2020-03-31 13:01 (UTC)

I think it would warm my dad's heart to know that I'm spending time with someone whose idea of breaking the law is sneaking into an R-rated movie.
He's probably somewhere out there hoping you're gonna be a good influence on me.

Nah, I haven't.

[ which has been... its own can of worms, but with the exhaustion, the probable dementia and the endless-day-cultist-sacrifices-underwater-city-ghost-maine-deer-ghost-deer-maine shit he's been dealing with, going without adderall has been kind of at the bottom of his list. ]

There's a pharmacy here, but. I don't know.
You can't see the attendants who serve you. They're behind this foggy glass and they move all janky. The whole thing feels - weird.
And, like, the pharmacy's on raccoon street, or something. It's really hard to feel safe taking pills from fucking Umbrella Corp.

all i'm saying is that once you're 18 it's not against the law.
i don't know what else changes when you turn 18.
you can buy cigarettes?

[ you can watch... porn. god. okay. moving on. ]

oh.
okay, yeah. that's kind of unsettling, i don't think i'd trust that either if i needed a prescription.
i'm not sure that's even legal, i feel like you should be able to see who's handling/distributing medicine, but i have no idea.
i should ask my dad
eventually.

anyway - raccoon street?
are you serious?
that's... kind of shady.
i mean maybe it's just coincidence, but still.

so are you okay without it?
the adderall. in general, i mean.
you seem like you're doing alright, but i don't know your brain or what it's like.

You're kinda taking the fun out of this legally-an-adult thing, buddy.
You're basically at my bachelorette party telling me how ugly my fiancé is.

[ but maybe billy's just trying to help, what with stiles' whole "aughh this sucks auhhh i'm nearly eighteen aughhghghgh" moment, but that was just because he doesn't want to be a fucking adult virgin, so. whatever. moving on. ]

I mean, I kind of need it? But - okay, I'm telling you a little too much about myself today, so this is gonna be the last little slice of Stilinfo you get for a while -
But adderall stopped working for me back home, so the risks of trying it here kind of outweigh the benefits.
I'm not exactly in a rush to swallow shady meds from a shady building in a shady town into my only-sometimes-shady face if they're not even gonna work. Seems largely impractical.
Also!
Who's your dad?
Is your dad here? Like, in town?

okay, okay.
sorry.

that's a good point.
i mean it kind of sucks that it doesn't work anymore but it's probably better not to take chances here until you've got a better idea of who exactly is doing what around here.

oh, no, sorry.
he's not here
i just meant like whenever we all get out of this place, i'll ask when i get back home
just... to know.
not like i'd be able to tell you.
anyway. he's a cardiologist?
so if anyone would know anything about like medical practices and requirements, it'd probably be him.

Yeah, that's kind of my position?
Like, if I had a guarantee it would work and not full 28 Days Later me, I'd chug these pills down like yesterday's Halloween haul, but.
Blrrbjhgrbgh.

[ everything sucks, basically. news at eleven. ]

Man, you've gotta be something else to go into medical science. A cardiologist, at that? Your dad must be pretty sharp.

[ congrats on being raised by a verifiable genius and managing to avoid getting crippling self-esteem issues, he almost writes, but, well. there's no guarantee that's not something billy has to deal with in much the same way stiles does. a self-deprecating joke at another person's expense doesn't exactly feel like a fun way to keep this conversation flowing, so... heeee backspaces that thought before he sends it. ]

So, uh, not to be gauche, but - what kind of school did you go to back home?
Doctor money might mean, like. Private school. Right?

[ billy laughs a little to himself under his breath. his dad is smart - stiles is right about that - but he can also be very, very oblivious, too. even after billy's face had been plastered all over the news as part of the young avengers, it still took billy telling him in the middle of a fight with the super-skrull for him to actually figure it out. ]

yeah, he's alright.
my mom's a psychologist
so when i'm not being accosted by dad jokes, i'm being psychoanalyzed and told how me eating breakfast while i'm getting ready for school instead of sitting down to eat with my family means i run the risk of developing anti-social behaviors, scoring low on tests, and failing to get into college.
it's great.

[ he loves his parents. honestly. ]

i go to public school.
new york is kind of expensive in general and i've got two younger brothers, too.
if they sent me to private school, they'd have to send all of us, and that's like roughly $100k a year.
even if they did have that kind of money, that's a lot to spend on something you can get for free.

Sounds like you've got a really sweet setup back home.
I mean, super frustrating, don't get me wrong. My dad could put most fortunetellers out of a job with how often he predicts my future, so trust me, I get it. Nostradamus wishes he could doomsay like Sheriff Stilinski.
They sound like nice people, though. Especially if they still love you despite what an anti-social, low-test-scoring wreck you are.

Two younger brothers! Man. I'm an only child. Probably why I never learned how to share.
What're their names?

i imagine being able to read a person and predict their next move(s) is all part of the job.
it's gotta be ten times easier when it's his own son.

[ he thumbs out, we'll see if they still love me after they learn that the reason i've been away for the last six months is because i pulled a parasitic alien with a murder-agenda from another dimension and brought her to new york where she took over the minds of any adult in proximity and resurrected dead parents and has been trying to kill me and my friends ha ha, but... that's a lot, and complicated, and kind of a downer even if it's a legitimate concern of his. he deletes it. ]

their names are andrew (andy) and david
and trust me, i love them to death, but they're so obnoxious
my days as an only child definitely weren't long enough.

Edited 2020-04-01 07:23 (UTC)

I mean, you'd think that, but.

[ there are all those times he's trusted scott over him - and little things, too, little comments that have gotten under his skin because his dad said them like they were right, even when they weren't. stiles wets his lips and considers keeping his mouth shut on a couple of things, too, but - well, venting about his dad who he loves very much is a little different to venting about a parasitic murder alien, so stiles pushes past the flutter of embarrassment and just makes himself open up a little bit. ]

I love him. I do. He's an amazing dad. But.
He thinks he's right when he's not. I've gotta convince him to listen to me, sometimes.
He thinks he knows me more than I know myself? Not on little things, either, like - assuming things about me based on my clothes, or thinking I've screwed something up because I just so happen to have a very long and very intensive history of screwing certain things up -
I'm talking big things. He'll listen to my friends over me, or... assume I'm lying when I'm not.
And, like, I get it? I'm kind of a handful, I know that.
But it took a while for us to connect after my mom died. Mom was kind of the glue holding the three of us together, I think. Dad worked and mom looked after me, so with her gone the house got pretty empty.
And. Yeah.
Wow. Downer.

[ it's not until stiles has sent this shit that he feels sort of stupid and small for doing it, but it's out there and he feels awkward about the prospect of just seamlessly talking about billy's brothers again like he didn't dump weird personal shit about him and his dad on this guy for no reason. no reason other than the fact that this kind of thing has been on his mind, ever since the dementia hit, and he hasn't really had anyone to talk to about it. he feels like he's overshared, though, so his skin's crawling a bit. ugh. ]

Eesh. Sorry.

[ well, this... answers the question he wouldn't let himself ask about stiles' mom, back when they were hanging out at stiles' place, sharing a pizza and watching a movie. billy can't even begin to imagine what it must have been like for stiles to lose his mother, what it would be like if he lost his. it'd been painful enough to stand in front of her and look her in he eyes while she was under the control of mother, knowing that it wasn't his mother looking back at him - but at least she'd still been alive. he's lost friend before, but that's... not the same.

so. stiles is an only child, with a deceased mother, and a father who presumably wasn't around enough for a while after his wife passed, and who doesn't listen to or trust his own son the way that he should. it sounds... like a pretty lonely home life, to billy. ]

hey, there's no reason to be sorry.
that really, really sucks. i'm sorry that he's like that.
not to play devil's advocate here because i definitely don't know the guy, but maybe the reason he's so sure he knows you better than you know yourself is because the idea of not knowing his own son is kinda terrifying?
maybe he's in denial or something.
i can't speak for the rest (i can't even really speak for that either i guess), but
idk, that's gotta be hard.
you said it took a while to connect.
are things better though now than they were before?
after your mom passed away.

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