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[hypercompetent]

[ So Stiles Stilinski may or may not be trying to sneak back into camp. There are two reasons for this: one, he's not ready for the barrage of questions that come with "why did you leave camp when they told us not to" and the are you okay's and pretty much everything he wants to avoid, and two, he definitely almost died on the way over here.

Okay, not really. He's mostly fine, just a little singed, and a little roughed up. But he did put himself into major danger by leaving camp, and by the time his dad found out about it, he got his ass sent back here. His beloved Roscoe made it all the way to New York with him, but apparently a baby blue 1980's jeep is a huge target, because the minute he got out of the place he'd set aside to park his car for the next forever, there were four hellhounds on the horizon.

By the time he makes it to Camp Half Blood, Stiles flops over on the ground inside the gate, literally, and kisses the ground. So much for sneaking in. ] Ohhhh my god, I have never been happier to see you in my life, oh my god, oh my god.

[ He does, eventually, get up, and drag himself to the Hecate cabin, where he proceeds to send out an Iris Message--one to the whole camp, and one separate from all. ]

Good news and bad news, guys. Bad news? Hellhounds are like crazy fast. Good news? Coach put me through so many lacrosse drills back home I'm alive. [ He flashes a grin into the feed, sheepish as it is, and rubs some mud (from falling in it, not from his battle--don't let him fool you) off his cheek. ] Officially thanking him personally for his suicides of satyrdom. [ It's kind of nice to be able to say that out loud without being looked like he's an absolute nut, so he exhales loudly. ] Man, I missed this place. I'll be over here, in my cabin, enjoying the sweet sweet taste of the life I thought I pretty much lost for the next ten years if you need me.

[ And that's the end of that. ]


private to scott mccall

Oh my god, so, dude, I don't know if you were aware before, but I think Beacon Hills is like 98% monster. I'm starting to reconsider the idea that Lydia's actually the most cruel being in the entire high school, because there were these chicks that--well, I mean, like, one of them was really nice to me, but I think she was something to do with my godmom considering she looked like she'd just, uh, burst into flame--literally--when she decided she didn't want to make out with me anymore but just-- [ Stiles finally inhales, pauses, looks into the IM, and lets out a relieved huff of a sigh. ] Dude, I freakin' missed you.

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[hypercompetent]

[ Stiles drops his head a little, because really, Natalie's right. He does kind of deserve this lecture, because he could have put the Stilinskis in even more danger, but the idea of leaving them alone (and for god only knew how long this time) was a little terrifying, so he bolted.

But when she comes down, a smile breaks on his face, and he pulls the pillow down, mouth curling up in a lopsided grin. ] You guess?! Wow, okay, totally feeling the love. I was almost puppy chow!

[ But he does drop the pillows completely, bound forward, and sweep her up in a hug. You know you missed him. ]

[clearasil]

[ See, she can be a Mama Bear sometimes, at least when her half-siblings are involved, though that may come with the territory of taking up counselorship. Or maybe she's working on showing people that she actually cares about them.

Unlike with most hugs, she doesn't stiffen and instead loosens her arms so she can return the hug in full, not caring about the dirt. ]

Shut up. [ She chuckles softly. ] You know what I meant.

[hypercompetent]

[ Curling over her, Stiles squeezes his half sister in his arms tightly, probably getting her covered in dirt and not giving two shits. It's kind of feeling like home to be back at camp. Even being far away from his dad and his mom, the people here are kind of like a family away from home.

It's nice. ]

Missed you, Nat. [ And he rests his chin on her head, planting it there comfortably. ] Got any good stories for me for what happened while I was gone?

[clearasil]

[ It constantly surprises her how big her camp family has grown sometimes. She'd always thought of her relationship with Stiles as an easy sort of bond, hardly putting an effort into snarking out of affection - just like it was easy falling into a friendly competition with Hermione. Perhaps it's biased to say it but they are probably the most adorable set of siblings in the entire camp - the truth must be told. (It was weird that Stiles' best friend tended to look at her with mild confusion but that's a topic to cover later.) ]

Uh ... [ Her voice is muffled against his shirt (how long has he been this tall?) and she snorts. Ha. Ha. Where to begin? ] I've been catching rides on a metal dragon recently. Actually, there's a shitton of dragons here now, just like chillin'. Okay, they breathe fire, but you know what I mean.

Oh, and I need to show you my new bow because it's so freaking awesome, 'cause I found it in - well, Bunker 9. It's been fixed up for me. Oh, and there've been "ghost" sightings, which made me wish that I carried around an infrared camera and had my own TV show.

[hypercompetent]

[ Let's be real, the Hecate siblings are the cutest siblings in camp. Natalie and Stiles are the same age, but a part of him will always be fiercely protective over her. Hermione's not much different--he's grown up with these girls, known them his entire life. So yeah, both of them could probably kick his ass sideways, but if some dude tried to break their hearts, he'd break their faces. Literally.

...Speaking of which. Stiles' eyebrows go up. ] Okay, wait, so, you went to Bunker 9, and you've been catching rides on a metal dragon. [ And pulling her away by the shoulders to look, grin on his face kind of sly. ] Natalie...

[ Not even remotely actually admonishing, but still. He has a show to put on here ok. ]

[clearasil]

[ This face.

She pulls her lips tight over her teeth into a single straight line like she's having trouble not breaking face. And, in truth, she really wants to suppress an outrageous smile at the very thought ... Oh, gods, Stiles, it's really bad. He missed a lot. He should also know by now that she's the worst at hiding whatever she's feeling. ]

What.

[ It doesn't really come out as a question, which is the first sign of defense. ] I mean - [ Okay, there's no use in playing dumb with Stiles. Damn him for being perceptive. ] - shit. Okay, uh.