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whatisastiles) wrote2015-01-03 04:29 pm
whatisastiles) wrote2015-01-03 04:29 pm
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Oh, What A Night (Beacon Hills, 2011)
Stiles and the damn fools that follow him back to Beacon Hills step into an ordinary looking teenage boy's bedroom. There's the usual furniture—bed, desk, dresser, bookshelf—and decorations—band posters, telescope, pile of smelly lacrosse gear. It doesn't look like much in the way of a werewolf investigative headquarters.
"Welcome to mi casa," says Stiles. "Dad's not home, thank God, so he won't notice we're here."
Add 'weird people traveling in through my closet' to the many things Stiles would rather not have to explain to his father.
"I need to talk to Scott," he say, punching the speed dial on his phone at the same time. He pauses for a moment listening to the phone ring, ring, and finally go to voicemail before hanging up. "And he's not picking up, so I'm going to go see if he's at home. You staying here or coming with?"
"Welcome to mi casa," says Stiles. "Dad's not home, thank God, so he won't notice we're here."
Add 'weird people traveling in through my closet' to the many things Stiles would rather not have to explain to his father.
"I need to talk to Scott," he say, punching the speed dial on his phone at the same time. He pauses for a moment listening to the phone ring, ring, and finally go to voicemail before hanging up. "And he's not picking up, so I'm going to go see if he's at home. You staying here or coming with?"