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“Lovely to see you again, Scooby,” Stiles says solemnly to Derek, and holds out his hand until Derek places his hand in Stiles’s. Stiles rubs his thumb over Derek’s wrist, a reassuring motion not unlike gentling an animal, and then swiftly carves an “X” into his palm.
And then a dude stumbles out of the forest and before Derek realizes it he’s wolfed out, a little, and pulled Stiles behind him, dropping into a defensive crouch.
“Whoa,” the guy says. He’s young--Stiles’s age, his mind supplies--and stupidly, beautifully twinky, with big eyes and a man bun and a too-tight sweater.
Stiles sighs. “Ooooookay, Lionel, what did I say about staying in the car?”
Lionel screws up his face a little, concentrating hard. “That you’re doing important magical business with skittish werewolf types and that I should work on memorizing all of the lyrics to Carly Rae Jepsen’s ouevre,” (he pronounces it ooo-ver) “...and eating the Red Vines you got me and then you’d take me to get milkshakes? But Stiles, I’m bored.”
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