[Private Texts] / [Public Video]

[velveteenwolf]

(To Lydia)
Hey, so. I don't suppose I could ask you to go shopping with me? I have a sudden and unexpected lack of clothes that fit. And I kind of need your advice with a few things. And I thought maybe we could do that talking thing.


(To Julie)
Help. The City turned me into a girl. Most of my clothes don't fit and I don't even know what to do about these things on my chest. Are they supposed to be this uncomfortable? Seriously, how do girls do this?



(To Stiles)
In the ongoing saga of the-city-fucking-hates-Peter, I'm a girl. I don't even fucking know. Can we hang out for a while and not talk about the fact that I have breasts?

 

(Public)
[The video frame is empty, but the voice, when it speaks is soft and decidedly feminine.]

Hey. City. You suck.

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[velveteenwolf]

be there in 10

[And she is. She's a little jittery, instead of easy and languid, but it's like her skin doesn't fit right, too tight across her shoulders, too soft in her hips. She's in a red hoodie Julie gave Peter that first day and a pair of flannel pajama pants. Most of her clothes don't fit right, leave her alone.]

[studmuffin]

[ Stiles is sitting on a tree stump and he smells Peter before he arrives. A small wave and a grin and he's speaking. ]

At least you're a hot chick?

[velveteenwolf]

Yeah, I guess.

[Except that Roman looked at her differently and she kind of liked that, and it made her really confused. She just needed to get out, get away, not deal with this for a few. But, she pauses, tilts her head and looks at Stiles as she scents the air again. No, still there.]

You smell like a wolf. Why do you smell like a wolf?

[It's comforting in that weird way that actually being around werewolves is, and so she's just going to flop down next to him.]

[studmuffin]

Because I'm a werewolf. And so are you. So we're werewolves who aren't ourselves this weekend, neat right?

[ He offers a grin. ] Think of me as 616 Stiles instead of MCU. I'm the one who got bitten instead of Scott. Small change, whole new universe.

[velveteenwolf]

Neat is totally not the word I'd use for it. Though, yeah, okay, being a werewolf is pretty much amazing. But that means we can't drink together, right?

[And that's kind of lame. She grins at the explanation though, arches an eyebrow.]

Does that make you Captain Britain?

[studmuffin]

Ew, no. Don't be gross.

[ He's American, come on. ] And yeah, no drinking. I could get high but I don't know if there's wolfsbane here so you're gonna have to deal with a sober me.

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter laughs, shaking her head as a grin curls across her lips. Shut up, it was funny.]

Wolfsbane? What, is that like catnip for wolves? Because if so we should totally find some.

[And give it to inappropriate people. Like Derek, maybe Scott. And laugh right up until they were running for their lives. It'd be great.]

[studmuffin]

Yeah, pretty much. It's also poisonous and could kill you, so don't do the unsupervised thing, mmkay?

[ This Stiles is a little more sure of himself, wiser, happier. ] So, you're one of us. But you're not from Beacon Hills, right? I kind of have and don't have other me's memories.

[velveteenwolf]

Got it. If I feel like experimenting with werewolf drugs, make sure you're around to supervise.

[Peter can tell, and it's nice. Not that they've spent a lot of time together or anything, but he likes Stiles.] Yeah. I'm from Hemlock Grove. Pennsylvania. I shift different. The whole... actual wolf thing.

[studmuffin]

Yes! Except no, other me probably doesn't know because he can get high the real way.

[ ... ] Woah, actual wolf thing. Cool.

[velveteenwolf]

Thankfully, I can too. So, uh, yeah. No real need to dabble into werewolf death drugs.

Yeah, it is pretty amazing, if I do say so.

[He grins wolfishly at the other teen with a waggle of his eyebrows. Modesty was not in the Rumancek vocabulary.]

So, if you got bitten instead of Scott, does that make you an Alpha too?