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[ So maybe he's a little under dressed for the snow, but c'mon who stops to actually find things like a jacket or a scarf or anything like that. Stiles is just fine in his inside out t-shirt, his hoodie, snow coating his sneakers like they're trying to go from dirty-red to white. So what if he could potentially get hypothermia? His entire wardrobe's back home. But he's paying the cold like zero attention, focusing well on the task at hand.

The snowman.

Or snow-wolf. The figure Stiles is working on is big, more square than the usual rounded snow-people, little snow ears attached to its head. It's scowling face is perfection, text message art that he's seriously pleased with. (>8|) It maybe looks a little constipated, but that's the default for half the ones he knows anyway so he's on the right track. He's holding up his device in one hand, a stick in the other as he draws a cross over the thing's chest, right where it's heart should be.

(Because apart from Scott the friendly werewolf, the rest of them have serious issues.)

Huffing, his breath billowing off screen like he's breathing fire. ]

You know what, I'm impressed with my own handiwork. [ Prodding the snowman again. He's so brave when there's nobody here to bite him. Zooming in to it's scowly mouth. ] Now don't be afraid. The were-snow is totally a big softy snow-puppy. It's chill is worse than its bite.

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What a shame. [She smirks.] I hope this hasn't shattered any future dreams of yours?

[ Laughing. ]

Nah, I don't think I'm the next Justin Beiber. If I ever go down that route, kill me.

[She smiles a little.]

I could just make everyone think your music sucks. That'd be a better solution.

Nobody would even have to be convinced.

Nah, some people would have to like you, or you'd never become a singing sensation in the first place. But I'd tweak it so you were so terrible, you'd never become famous.

Are you just trying to crush my dreams?

I didn't know those were your dreams! Here I thought you didn't want all that.

[She smirks.]

So which is it? Fame or obscurity?

So maybe we're figuring out singing isn't the career for me?

I think we are. We'll have to keep brainstorming.

I need to take the City by storm.

At least you're enthusiastic! You'll do well, I think.

I have to give everything my all.

That's a good way to look at things. What sort of things do you give your all?

Mostly just getting myself into trouble. [ He shrugs. ] I'm good with people, but not good enough with skill for it to be useful.

[She snorts.]

Join the club! I never mean to get into trouble, but it sort of follows me. I'm sure you can find something here that will work out for you.

Hey, that's what we'll do with our lives. The trouble club.

I wonder how often we'd lose members. Maybe there should be a sister group: the rescuers club, for when we're all in trouble at once.

Hey, that's not a bad idea. I can tell you'll be great for this club already.

Ah, finally I belong somewhere.

[It's said in a joking manner, though the accompanying smile is thin.]

We're not doing the whole matching t-shirt thing because that continues to be lame no matter who's doing it.

We could have a secret handshake though.

Yeah, I prefer my own style: the emo goth Caster girl.

[She doesn't comment on the handshake though, since that's not something she can do without hurting someone.]

I don't think I'd pull off that look, we might as well just opt for the whole individuality thing.

That works for me.

We've got life plans, we're totally awesome.

Clearly.

[She smiles, then glances past him out the window.]

It's getting late. I should get back to the apartment before my cat starts feeling neglected.

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