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A Day in the Life [Stiles] Jul 1, 2015 14:38:57 GMT

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Post by Peter Hale on Jul 1, 2015 14:38:57 GMT

A light sigh escaped Peter’s lips as he looked around his old home, built to the exact specifications as the last one except there was a way to get out of every location known to only him. He wanted to take precautions after what had happened last time, not that anyone would have cared if he had been burnt to a crisp by hunters, but he digressed. The Hale House was exactly the same inside and out, save for the fact that the furniture and other such decorative items were purely his and his alone, moved in from his apartment that he used to have Downtown. It hurt him to be in this house again, to see it different since the last time he had been in it, but he knew that this was going to be part of the process. The best thing for him to have done would have been to move out and been done with it, but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t let go of the grief and he couldn’t be done with it.

The man’s ears perked up when he heard what sounded like the engine of Stiles Stilinski’s falling apart Jeep. He paused, wondering why the lanky, walking ball of anxiety would be coming to see him, but he figured he knew why. It wasn’t hard to figure out given who had returned to Beacon Hills not too long ago. But, Peter had been surprised to feel and sense and smell the anger and hostility that came off of Stiles in waves as he came up the front porch to his door, knocking on it. Peter approached, trying to focus on something other than the anger that Stiles was feeling. He opened the door and nearly fell over at the fury that assaulted his senses. “Stiles, do leave the overflow of pure malice at my doorway will you? I’m about to pass out from it all,” he reasoned.

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A Day in the Life [Stiles] Jul 4, 2015 8:08:49 GMT

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Post by Stiles Stilinski on Jul 4, 2015 8:08:49 GMT

I remember everything I did and the worst part is I remember liking it.
BECAUSE I FELT POWERFUL. I FELT FEARLESS. AND MOST OF ALL, IN CONTROL.
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Stiles had woken up on the McCall's living room couch, still a bit shaken up from the previous night. He had made his way over to Scott's room to try and get some insight on his current situation only to remember he had an early shift that day with doctor Deaton. Sometimes being a vet assistant really cut into his best friend time. Figuring he wouldn't mind, he borrowed some of Scott's clothes before jumping in the shower and cleaning off the sweat and tears from the night before.

With Melissa no where to be seen, he wrote a short thank you note and left it on the fridge, where she would hopefully see it before Scott. He stopped at the coffee house a few blocks over and made his way to the public library, intent on getting a head start on some reading. The library had recently come into a lot of weird books that he had been wanting to get his hands on. Sadly none of those were available to check out so he would need to actually be there to look them over.

Just as he had pulled in, his phone went off to the cop's theme, the ringtone he had put specifically for his father. Stiles didn't even manage to get a word in as his dad demanded to know where the hell he was and why he had stormed out of their home so late at night. As if he didn't already know. He was the one who hadn't decided to tell his only biological son of the impending arrival of the traitor. The same traitor who had moved away the second that being a part of a broken family, became inconvenient for him.

Needless to say, when he had finally gotten the chance to speak, he might have said a few choice words and quite possibly angered his father even more. Not that he cared at that point, but he wished his dad would have taken the time to actually ask him how he felt about the situation. Not automatically assume he had done something wrong.

Library long forgotten, he pulled out and made a sharp right turn, driving out into the preserve. The old Hale home had become a sort of sanctuary for him in the moments that he wanted to just be away from it all. When he finally arrived, he didn't even stop to notice that most of the place had been completely rebuilt. It was only when the sharp voice of one Peter Hale alerted him that something was off. “Too bad. You're going to have to deal with it Peter.”

He wished he were a werewolf, just so he could fight and let out some of the aggression in a semi-healthy way, instead of letting it all boil inside. Normally he wasn't one to remain this angry, then again, he hadn't dealt with something of that degree in his entire life. “Did you know?” His anger stricken face now turned to the werewolf he had once feared. “Did you know he was back?” Pure anger dripped off his statement like raindrops off the side of a house. This was anger unlike anyone had ever witnessed upon the face of the human boy.

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A Day in the Life [Stiles] Jul 5, 2015 3:24:46 GMT

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Post by Peter Hale on Jul 5, 2015 3:24:46 GMT

The self-proclaimed Alpha watched as Stiles stood on his porch for a moment. The boy’s sharp tongue once again, made one of Peter Hale’s eyebrows raise as he watched him. Stiles had always had a sharp tongue, but the sharp tone was a new addition. Well, not really, but it held enough sharpness to actually cause harm and to Peter, this was something that was extremely interesting. After all, he figured that he would one day see such anger, but even after what had happened during Stiles’ freshman year at Beacon Hills High School, he hadn’t ever been this angry at Peter so he had to wonder just what he had done to anger the boy, assuming that someone else hadn’t done it instead.

The awkward child told Peter “too bad” before saying that he was going to have to deal with his anger. The man said nothing as he looked at the boy who hadn’t moved from his porch. He wished that Stiles could understand that he would actually get sick of the boy didn’t control his emotions. At some point, he would pale and perhaps turn green, sweat, and maybe start dry heaving before he had to disappear to go throw up somewhere. Either that, or he would channel that same anger. Either way, it needed an outlet out of Peter if he absorbed any of this anger that he was currently sensing off of Stiles, but he wasn’t sure that the boy would be able to control his emotions. Humans were not as in tune to it as supernatural creatures.

Stiles looked up at Peter, anger on his face as he asked him if he knew. Peter raised his eyebrow even higher at the question before he asked if he knew he was back and Peter’s eyebrow lowered and he sighed a little, running a hand over his face. “If you’re speaking of your cousin, I am…aware of his presence in Beacon Hills. He, apparently, came to visit Laura…” He scoffed at the thought of Morgan Stilinski, who wasn’t even a true Stilinski and therefore someone who he freely disliked. The fact that Stiles also disliked him so heavily made Peter feel better about not liking him. The boy had grown on Peter so his well-being and his emotions towards Peter meant more to him than it did in the past, but he digressed and instead focused on the boy who was angrier about Morgan being back in town than he was.

Peter didn’t pause long enough for Stiles to respond. “Let me guess, he decided to announce his presence to you in the most inopportune and irritatingly furious way?” He asked, wondering if Stiles was actually mad about his return or his disappearance to begin with, but he was sure he would get his answer soon enough, which he was more than a little pleased about. He needed to understand their relationship before he went too in depth with how done he was with Morgan.

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A Day in the Life [Stiles] Jul 5, 2015 3:52:58 GMT

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Post by Stiles Stilinski on Jul 5, 2015 3:52:58 GMT

I remember everything I did and the worst part is I remember liking it.
BECAUSE I FELT POWERFUL. I FELT FEARLESS. AND MOST OF ALL, IN CONTROL.
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“You have no idea.” Who the hell does that? Barge into a home in which you haven't stepped in years, acting like you owned the place. It pissed him off to no end. The very least you do is call ahead or knock before entering the damn place. Not unlock the door like you were returning from the store. His own father hadn't even decided to give him a damn heads up. The sheriff knew how much it had hurt Stiles when his mother had died and when Morgan had left. He had looked up to the guy like an older sibling. He would often introduce him as his brother to people in the park, but that was all over. “Coming into my home like he lives there.”

He walked over to the couch that he was almost one hundred percent sure wasn't there the last time he had visited the burnt home of the Hales. Had it been any other time he would have made some comment about Peter finally getting off his lazy butt and fixing the place up, but they had reached a sort of understanding not too long ago. He didn't want to piss off the one person who seemed to understand what he was going through. “We aren't even related!” He slammed himself down, a scowl still etched on his face.

“And he comes here talking about how he had attempted to keep in contact through postcards. Screw that. Do you know who does that?” He paused for like a second before speaking over whatever response Peter had been about to give him. “People who are too ashamed to pick up the phone and call.” He had so much pent up aggression that he just needed to let go of. “I almost hit him with my bat. The only thing that kept me from swinging was the fact that I would have to carry him out into the woods by myself. And I don't know if you've noticed but I'm not exactly strong.”

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A Day in the Life [Stiles] Jul 5, 2015 4:33:46 GMT

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Post by Peter Hale on Jul 5, 2015 4:33:46 GMT

Peter raised his same eyebrow again at Stiles as the boy told him the he had no idea about Morgan. He did, but Peter said nothing as he let the boy seethe. He then huffed, answering Peter’s unanswered question about what was bothering him about Morgan. He muttered about him coming into Stiles’ home like he lived there. Yes, he imagined that that would be rather frustrating to try and deal with. He couldn’t imagine what it was like to have someone that he hated step foot into his own like they lived there. Well…he did, but not someone who was supposed to be like a sibling to him. Talia would have never done anything like that to him…ever.

It wasn’t long before Stiles stepped into Peter’s home, after he moved out of the way. He looked over at the boy and followed after him after shutting the door behind him. He walked up to the teenager and leaned against his fireplace, pausing as the boy shouted that the two were not even related, forcefully plopping himself down on the couch. Peter nodded his head in understanding. He had a feeling that the two weren’t related, for more reason than one. One was that the boy didn’t act like a Stilinski in the slightest and it became more and more obvious the more you were around him. They were not related by blood, which no doubt made Morgan’s disappearance all that more frustrating for Stiles.

The human then began to rant, saying that he returned to Stiles’ life, saying that he had been talking about how he had attempted to keep in contact through postcards. The boy huffed before asking him if he knew who did that. Peter opened his mouth to respond, but Stiles spoke before he could smart off. The werewolf closed his mouth, putting a little before Stiles said that he almost hit Morgan with his bat and how the only thing that kept him from doing that was that he would have to carry his body to the woods alone. Peter chuckled and shook his head a little. “Next time call me. I’ll help you hide a body,” he stated, his tone casual as he let the boy rant and rave.

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A Day in the Life [Stiles] Jul 5, 2015 5:27:22 GMT

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Post by Stiles Stilinski on Jul 5, 2015 5:27:22 GMT

I remember everything I did and the worst part is I remember liking it.
BECAUSE I FELT POWERFUL. I FELT FEARLESS. AND MOST OF ALL, IN CONTROL.
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Would it be bad if he asked Peter to be his punching back for a few minutes? He didn't even have to let him actually hit him, he could block all of Stiles' punches if he wanted to. The boy just wanted to let out some of the steam he had been unable to do on Morgan or Melissa. Well, on Morgan. The thing with Scott's mom had been completely different and he had been unable to process everything that had happened. Not like now.

“I can't tell if you're being serious or not.” His eyes narrowed, not exactly knowing how to process the words Peter had so casually thrown out. Almost as if he had his own vendetta against his adopted cousin/sibling. “I told him Laura died.” Now that he did process it, he probably could have been a little nicer in his delivery of the news. If it had been him coming back to find out Scott was gone. Wait, no. He wasn't going to feel bad for him.Damn asshole should have stuck around and found out the information on his own. If he didn't like it, he could always go back to the hole he had crawled out of.

“I don't think he knows you did it so I wouldn't mention it to him.” This Peter was a changed man. There was no reason to bring up his past mistakes only for Morgan to throw them in his face, because there was no doubt in Stiles' mind that he would do exactly that. Should he be given the chance. “You wouldn't happen to have any Jack Daniels would you?”

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A Day in the Life [Stiles] Jul 6, 2015 14:48:02 GMT

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Post by Peter Hale on Jul 6, 2015 14:48:02 GMT

Peter gazed at Stiles as the boy told him that he couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not. The man raised his eyebrows at him. As if he was joking. He would definitely let him kill Morgan and help him hide the body. The less blood that was on Peter’s hands was for the better, still, he had a feeling that his time would come soon enough, he just hoped it wouldn’t be innocent blood. He hoped that it would be something that required him to have to do it for the protection of someone he cared about.

The omega werewolf stopped and looked at Stiles as he stated that he had told Morgan that Laura had died. Perhaps that was why he had been at her grave. Stiles had told him about her demise. He was about to ask if Stiles had mentioned that he didn’t think Morgan knew that Peter had done it, so he wouldn’t mention it to him. Peter nodded. ”Thanks for the heads up,” he muttered before the boy asked him if he happened to have any Jack Daniels around.

The oldest Hale thought about saying no, but in the end he nodded his head, sure the boy needed it, at least for the moment. “Yeah, I have a bottle, but you don’t get all of it,” Peter told him as he made his way to the cabinet and pulled out the bottle, new, seal not even opened. He set it down in front of Stiles. ”You want a mixer or are you just going to drink it straight from the bottle?” He asked.

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A Day in the Life [Stiles] Jul 15, 2015 4:18:48 GMT

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Post by Stiles Stilinski on Jul 15, 2015 4:18:48 GMT

I remember everything I did and the worst part is I remember liking it.
BECAUSE I FELT POWERFUL. I FELT FEARLESS. AND MOST OF ALL, IN CONTROL.
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He wanted to scream and shout and just cause mayhem around the recently reconstructed home and it sucked that he couldn't. He had had plans of taking pieces of wood and slamming them around the trees. Taking the house apart shamble by shamble and just really letting go. It was almost scary how willing he was to put himself in harms way. Destruction tended to help release his aggression.

The hood of his car usually felt the repercussions of his actions. Poor thing was mostly duck tape and tears just barely keeping it together but he refused to get another car. Roscoe had been his mother's and keeping it running was a way of healing for him. Keeping it alive was something he felt he owed his mother because he had been unable to keep her alive.

He scoffed as Peter attempted to limit his alcohol intake. The moment that bottle came in contact with his hand, there was no going back. He had plans on getting hammered to the point where his words would not be understood. Stiles trusted Peter more than anyone at that point so for him to see him so vulnerable didn't set of any warning bells in his head. “Bottle.”

It would probably be best if he had a cup for it too. “Can I get a cup?” He didn't know if the guy was a germaphobe so it was best to be safe.

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A Day in the Life [Stiles] Jul 17, 2015 12:50:28 GMT

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Post by Peter Hale on Jul 17, 2015 12:50:28 GMT

Peter watched Stiles carefully before the boy told him that he wanted the bottle. The older man shook his head a little before he set the bottle down in front of him. The boy asked if he could get a cup and Peter paused a moment, thinking it wise, before he turned and headed for the kitchen, glasses clanking around as he grabbed two and some ice cubes before heading back into the living room. He sat down across from Stiles in his sofa chair and handed him a glass while he kept the other, opening the bottle of Jack Daniels and pouring himself some before he sipped at it and placed the bottle back on the table in front of him. He wasn’t the only one that needed a drink and to be honest, Peter had been aching for a bit of drinking since Morgan had returned to Beacon Hills anyway so really, the man needed something to calm his nerves. Plus, no one liked drinking alone.

There was a bit of silence before Peter sat back and got comfortable, gazing at Stiles. “So do you want to talk about it or just sulk and drink my only bottle of Jack?” He asked the boy, raising an eyebrow. Peter really wanted to know why he wasn’t talking to his old man about this, but kept his questions to himself and focused on the small, pale, skinny boy before him, wondering what was wrong with him…aside from the obvious, of course.

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A Day in the Life [Stiles] Jul 28, 2015 7:44:57 GMT

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Post by Stiles Stilinski on Jul 28, 2015 7:44:57 GMT

I remember everything I did and the worst part is I remember liking it.
BECAUSE I FELT POWERFUL. I FELT FEARLESS. AND MOST OF ALL, IN CONTROL.
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Stiles' eyebrow rose as he watched Peter come back with not one but two cups. Would he be joining him in his drinking? He could have sworn that wolves couldn't get drunk but perhaps he enjoyed the taste. He didn't even want to think about how he would deal with half the shit that went on in his life without the help of alcohol. “Sulking sounds fun.” Taking the bottle from the spot where Peter had placed it, he poured himself a drink without the ice.

He met the blue eyes of the wolf and smirked. How the guy put up with him was beyond him. Bringing the cup to his lips, he took a slow sip, feeling the comforting burn in his throat. If his father could see him now, he was sure to be grounded not only for doing something that could be considered illegal, but for hanging out with Derek's uncle. Which kind of made it that much more worth it. “He's a condescending jerk.” Peter would know he was referring to Morgan. “Tried to scare be my calling my dad...asshole.” He finished off the rest of his drink and leaned forward to refill it.

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A Day in the Life [Stiles] Jul 28, 2015 13:50:28 GMT

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Post by Peter Hale on Jul 28, 2015 13:50:28 GMT

Peter looked over at Stiles a moment as he said that sulking sounded like a fun idea. Peter didn’t do anything but sit down in his chair and poured himself a drink. He sipped at the contents of the glass as the ice cubes gently rattled around inside of it. The gentle glancing was all that could be heard between the two males before Stiles decided to speak, not that Peter minded. After all, if he decided to talk about it and not get completely hammered that would make things a lot easier for the Omega. Little did he know what the night would bring.

Stiles told him that Morgan was a condescending jerk. Peter nodded his head in agreement before Stiles continued, saying that he tried to scare him by calling his dad before he called Morgan an asshole. Peter blinked. “He tried using your dad against you? That’s a seriously dick move,” he stated before sipped at his drink once again. “He’s also horrible at hiding his emotions…and I’m pretty sure he’s not human,” Peter stated, figuring he’d drop more bombs on the poor kid. He might as well hear this from him.

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A Day in the Life [Stiles] Aug 21, 2015 4:25:55 GMT

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Post by Stiles Stilinski on Aug 21, 2015 4:25:55 GMT

I remember everything I did and the worst part is I remember liking it.
BECAUSE I FELT POWERFUL. I FELT FEARLESS. AND MOST OF ALL, IN CONTROL.
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He chocked a little on the jack in disbelief. It was one thing for him to be exceedingly pissed off at an asshole but another to hear that he wasn't even human. The circumstances of his arrival, while vague to begin with, had always been skipped over when they had been recounted to him at the young age of 8. He had never even bothered to look up the case he knew his father had on him. It was probably locked up in the special drawer in his room that he thought Stiles didn't know about. As soon as he managed to get the house to himself, he would pick the lock and further his own research on the supernatural creature that was his adopted cousin, or brother, depending on what adoption papers one looked at.

Setting the cup down he motioned to Peter to hand him the bottle to refill his cup. It was unbelievable, but the longer he thought about it, he couldn't believe he hadn't seen it before. “This just got all kinds of fucked up.” He hung his head, staring intently at the worn out shoes he has taken from Scott. Morgan wasn't human, or potentially, but Stiles knew better than to doubt Peter's instincts. “Is he a banshee? A druid? A kanima? Maybe we should throw a little mountain ash near him and hope for the best...” He still carried the gift he had received from Deaton. Now more so than ever. It seemed that even the people he was sure were human, weren't. Which also made him wonder if he was human. “I'm human, right? Wait. Stupid question.”

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A Day in the Life [Stiles] Aug 21, 2015 13:42:48 GMT

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Post by Peter Hale on Aug 21, 2015 13:42:48 GMT

Peter looked over at Stiles after he choked on his whiskey. It wasn’t surprising, of course. It wasn’t like Peter hadn’t just told him anything vital or important after all. Oh wait… He had. He had just confessed that there was something supernatural about Morgan Stilinski, Stiles’ adopted brother person. It wasn’t quite what Stiles would want to hear, Peter knew that, but he needed to know. He had to know that the boy wasn’t human, just in case there was something wrong with him. After all, if he returned to Beacon Hills now, it had to be because of the Nemeton, which was not a good thing. Sure, it’s what drew Kahlee there, but also her psychotic father and future husband person who had apparently vanished, but Peter wasn’t about to comment on that.

Stiles set down his cup and motioned for the bottle from Peter so he slid the bottle over to him. The boy said that it was all kinds of messed up. “Well you certainly aren’t wrong,” Peter agreed before Stiles started firing off questions, wanting to know whether Morgan was a banshee, druid, kanima, or something else. He suggested throwing mountain ash near him and to hope for the best. Peter rolled his eyes, mostly at Stiles’ stupid question before he decided to not focus on that but on a plan that he had been concocting in his mind.. “From what I can tell he’s none of those things. And neither of us are going to get close enough to find out…but…we do have someone who could give us a few clues…” He trailed off, not sure how Stiles was going to like his plan.

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A Day in the Life [Stiles] Sept 20, 2015 5:34:07 GMT

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Post by Stiles Stilinski on Sept 20, 2015 5:34:07 GMT

I remember everything I did and the worst part is I remember liking it.
BECAUSE I FELT POWERFUL. I FELT FEARLESS. AND MOST OF ALL, IN CONTROL.
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“One normal human being. Is that too much to ask?” He placed his cup on the table, before placing his elbows on his knees and his head in his palms. What the hell had his world come to? Sometimes he just wished it had all been a dream. One giant screw up of a dream where everything that could go wrong had. Friend gets bitten by a wolf, friend looses control, friend almost kills him. Everything just went down hill from there.

One day he was just going to snap and drive away, leaving everybody behind. Probably change his name, look into plastic surgery if he could, and never stop running. There was no doubt in his mind that his dad would never stop looking for him if he actually left. Scott on the other hand? He would probably give up eventually. And with him doing that, evading his dad would be much easier.

“Sorry, got lost in my own thoughts.” He rubbed his hand down his face, in an attempt to sober up. “What's your plan?” As long as it didn't involve killing anyone he was okay with it. No way was this guy coming in and destroying the only semblance of normalcy that Stiles had left.

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A Day in the Life [Stiles] Sept 22, 2015 17:23:45 GMT

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Post by Peter Hale on Sept 22, 2015 17:23:45 GMT

Stiles asked rhetorically if one normal human being was too much to ask for. He shrugged his shoulders. He wasn’t sure, but he was sure he wasn’t supposed to answer so he didn’t. Instead, he sat there in silence and sipped at his drink, much like Stiles. Not that Peter minded. Silence was something he quite enjoyed, it was why he lived alone. He could live with Derek since he didn’t do too much talking, but at the same time, he knew better than to have that brooding mess around, especially with the hostility he held for Peter. It wasn’t healthy and as such, the two wouldn’t live together.

The silence was broken when Stiles apologized for getting lost in his own thoughts. Peter shrugged again before he asked what his plan was. He smiled. “I was thinking we use your little druid as a way to get information on Morgan. It would be easy enough with her sob story about you two fighting. She’s gotten pretty good at lying and masking lies with truth. Grant it, she’s had me as a teacher, but she deserves her credit,” he told him with a nod of his head. Ayame was a good pupil. She learned quickly and barely asked any stupid questions.

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