[Stiles then stomps off to his workshop in Cothromach, going over to the mirrors he'd been collecting for his portals, setting four up with sigils on them, propping two against the wall and putting two more in his bag of holding all the shit ever.
Then he grabbed a bottle of potion and stomped back to where they'd decided with psychic powers to meet up near the fairy ring and shoved it at his chest.]
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Then he grabbed a bottle of potion and stomped back to where they'd decided with psychic powers to meet up near the fairy ring and shoved it at his chest.]
Here.
[Dick.]