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Out of all the requests he’s heard in his days as a werewolf, that one was a fairly odd one— he definitely didn’t expect that to come out of her mouth. It did sound incredibly strange, and he wondered whether or not he should play dumb.

Slowly, he pushed the only question that made sense in his mind out of his mouth.

          “What— for?”

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                    ❝ ----- oh, no one's told you?                          see, all i get is a name and                          a species. i don't know much                          else about you. do you have                          some time? ❞

  ’ ♔ —— 

              ❝Can I help you?❞ He wasn’t expecting anyone. In fact, he shouldn’t have even turned around. Pretty girls were a danger to everyone…

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                    oh. she really hadn't expected him to turn around.                     well then. okay. good. now ---- where had her                      thoughts gone ----- 

After a brief moment of what one could consider as a sort of contemplative silence, Scott nodded. He could hear her heartbeat, too quick for her to be comfortable in whatever situation she was about to put them both in. The young Alpha nodded with a reassuring smile to ease her.

          “That’s me.”

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                    grateful. very very very grateful. yes, that's                     a wonderful word for how she felt then since                     all she'd had to go on in finding him was a                     name and a place of work --- she didn't even                     have an animal to use as an excuse. whoops.

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                    finally, the man she'd been looking for -----                     and he walks right past her. well shit.

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                    with a pounding heart, the woman takes a                     deep breath and counts her steps as she                     closes the distance between herself and                     the tan-skinned teenager she's been looking                     for. screw subtlety, he probably heard her                     coming from a mile away.

And that has Stiles’ hackles up (if he had any). “Derek who?” He said, playing dumb. New people in town looking for the Hales was never good.

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                    ❝ hale. derek hale.                          do you know him? ❞

"The public — whoa, no, lady, you really don’t want to go there, it’s practically derelict and falling down.”

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