contact

[phonetically]

"You've got Stiles -- or you would if I were here right now, which, I'm not. I think phone etiquette is the same here, so you should know the drill. If you want something, yada yada, but here's an extra option. Call Scott if it's an emergency. And if it's really an emergency, call until he picks up. Otherwise, I'll get back to you when I can. Peace, Atia."

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[askedtobe]

[ Wow, okay, fine- that would be a blanket, which Peter is now peering at. He can't even bitch about being 'taken care of' because he's not sure he could manage it. Instead he just does what he's told because he can't brain a fight, scooting further down the couch. ] What won't hate me in the morning.

[phonetically]

Uh. Your neck. Me. Probably not your head, you probably have a wicked hangover coming but, not me. That's something, right?

[askedtobe]

Yeah. That's something.

[phonetically]

Everything's going to uh, well, it's going to not be so shitty.

[askedtobe]

Thanks. For the pep talk. [ Oh, he's so excited for the sun to come up. Just going to drag the blanket over his head. ] Go sleep.

[phonetically]

You too.

[ This has been bonding.

And he goes to contemplate knocking on Derek's or Scott's door. ]