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WHO: stiles, derek, lydia, others.
WHERE: house 038, heropa. maybe other places.
WHEN: end of october, during november.
WHAT: catch-all log for various post-canon update stuff so I don't spam the comm! teen wolf house visits welcome: feel free to write a starter or bug any of us for a starter.
WARNINGS: will edit if any.

Comments

for Thomas. ( 11/14 or thereabouts. )

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[ Derek's gone hiking, and Lydia's been whisked off by Loki, which means Stiles actually has the house to himself right now. Which means obviously its the best possible time to have Thomas over — it stops Stiles from going stir crazy on his own, because he's not good with empty houses, and it means he doesn't have to scare his friends with memories of the Nogitsune. ]

[ For his part, Stiles is certain by now that Thomas' eerie similarity, while awesome, isn't the result of some body stealing Japanese chaos demon. The Nogitsune may have looked like Stiles to just about everyone else, but when it had been in him, it had felt separate but an extension of his own body. We, though never I. Nothing about Thomas pings him in the same way: there's no connection. Well, except a shared love of pizza, which Stiles has already ordered. ]

[shuckit]

[ bizarre as it is to suddenly have a genetic twin (as least as far as surface biology goes), and unsettling as it was to have a couple people completely convinced he was there to murder all their friends, thomas is started to get that stiles is pretty cool. he's easy to get along with, his friends seem like good people (lydia and scott, at least), and despite being sort of weird, he's smart. thomas wonders, maybe stiles would have been one of the kids that WICKED picked up, maybe stuck in the maze, if they were from the same world. he's glad they're not.

either way, he's making his way over, after stopping by a burger place and picking up some cheeseburgers and fries. aaaand then taking a side trip to a taco place, because holy shuck, tacos. once the door swings open, thomas is examining the various fast food bags in his arms and wondering how he ended up with this much. uh. ]

I got tacos too. You ever had cinnamon twists? [ he hasn't, but they sounds awesome, so, there's those too. look, his job could be paying thomas in junk food and he would be totally cool with it, he could use some deep fried heart failure, honestly. ]

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[ is it actually possible to have too much food? in stiles' opinion, no it is not. ]

Man, yeah, I love those!

[ stiles enthuses, stepping out of the way so thomas can come in and shutting the door behind him after a brief check for cameras. lydia and Derek's weird stalkers slash paparazzi don't seem to be around right now, fortunately. ]

Come in, come in. Put that stuff anywhere. Noone's home, so it's just us.

[ he leads thomas through the living room to the kitchen. the place is pretty lived in: lydia decorates, and stiles isn't exactly the cleanest guy. ]

[shuckit]

[ given the enthusiasm, thomas is already digging a hand into one of the bags as he walks into the house, fishing for the cinnamon twists in question. he munches on one of them to try as he looks over his shoulder to see stiles looking out behind them. right. freddie's post. frankly, if he'd seen any press out there, he'd probably have thrown a taco at their heads. he wasn't that thrilled over the whole thing. freddie lounds should also get a taco upside the head, as far as his opinion goes. but speaking of junk food, thomas's eyes dart back to the bag like it's glowing gold light or something equally biblical. ]

Holy crap, this stuff's amazing. Who comes up with this?

[ all of that spoken with mouth still full, tbh. table manners are not a thing they taught in the glade, or, rather, something thomas unlearned in the glade. but at least he chews with his lips closed. he's glancing around the house as they make their way back to the kitchen, not bothered by whatever mess. he's not all that tidy himself. the food gets deposited on the kitchen counter, while thomas drags out some tacos, of course, the cinnamon twists. ]

What're games like here? Are we into virtual reality and motion sensing, or, like, bounce the ball back and forth with the paddle? [ there's a name for that game. he knows there is, but it's been wiped from his memory since. ]