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[ The video starts with almost Blair Witch levels of shaking, the kind of tremble that usually accompanies the running and possibly evading of massacres. He lifts the device with one hand and breathes out, a quick burst of breath that makes his voice vaguely higher than usual. Do not judge him, he will find his baseball bat soon enough. ] Okay, what the hell?

[ It's been months for him, months of growing and settling and generally smothering down the Beacon Hills level of panic that accompanies his daily life. He'd had Scott and been patching up things with his dad and none of this had crossed his mind at all. Forgetting is so quick. Well, at the beginning with the smothering. Now it's mostly just panic and keep panicking because everything in the town is out to kill you. Even Peter. Especially Peter.

Memories of the City come back in fits and starts. He's vaguely aware of the trouble before he'd left and it matches up. Of course rioting in the streets is a little .. well. ]

Is this going to happen every time? [ Running a hand fitfully through his hair - that's new too, the hair. He tugs it a little and moves his foot up and down, his whole body still in motion. ] I know destruction of property is generally my siren call but seriously?

[ He needs to get out of the center and quickly. ] Is this everywhere?

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Destruction of property? I'd heard it was zombies you couldn't resist.

[He gets that snapped out quickly so he doesn't have to look worried, or perhaps even a little pleased to see him.]

Keep your head down and get out on the west side of the city. Don't go near Xanadu or the beach.

[ It's okay Chase, he knows you can't resist him and his awesome new hair. ]

Has Mavis been spreading vicious rumours about me? [ He grins as he moves, to neither of those locations Chase mentioned. ] It's cool, I got the drill. I am forest bound.

You are so losing your welcome back hugging privileges right now.

Little harsh there, Mavis?

Robert.

Yes?

No.

No what, Mavis?

No Mavis.

You know, talking to yourself's a bad sign.

Fine, then - in specific terms, I'd rather you didn't call me that?

Hard time at school?

Please - [Likely to have been a queen bee here, come on.] It has nothing to do with that.

Then why don't you like your name?

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Hey. I'm just saying.

Stop saying.

You stop saying.

You stop.

No, you.

She might have mentioned necrophilia was a thing. Kids these days.

[It's okay, Stiles, you don't need to tell him what an influence having such a great haired mentor has been.]

Nothing sexier than a pulse.

[ Well, we all know how he feels about that. ]

I take it I don't have to ask what you remember. How long were you home?

[Long enough to go to a barber evidently.]

Two and a half months.

[ He had to go and grow his rockstar hair somewhere. ] I've been gone like a week, right?

About that. [It's not like he checked or anything, fft.] Apparently you weren't keeping out of harms way, just waiting for your moment to drop right into the middle of it.

The city's in revolt. At least you're getting out of it before someone puts up a barricade.

I like to make an entrance.

[ He saw Les Mis while he was gone, totally cool. ] Is that likely to happen?