( one ) text ● seelie & unseelie !

[infame]

So, we've been here long enough to get settled in and be faced with mortal peril. I have to say, being almost eaten and half-terrified really does knock you out at night.

Let's talk transport - who's found something better than horses? I'm talking magic portals. I'll take a bicycle if one's going.

- PH

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[infame]

Stiles, we both know antagonizing me won't end well. For you.

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[teenyoda]

What's the matter? Worried I'll make a prettier baby?

That might be hard, but with what we've got to work with... anything's possible.

[Not that Stiles actually believed Malia was... with child or anything, but the idea of having something to hold over Peter like this... It tickled him. He loved it. He wished he could rub it in his stupid smug face.]

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[infame]

Ah.
Here it is - my bullshit limit has been reached. Congratulations, Stiles.

[60 million percent done. Can he hire a Seelie assassin? Is that possible??? ]

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[teenyoda]

Sorrynotsorry, Petey boy. I have a song for you, but they don't have links in these stupid lockets. Just know you have a hot daughter who spent her life as a coyote and who's freaky.

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[overdraws]

Are you threatening him?