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[Yeah, okay, maybe he was in the doghouse, but the simple fact that Lydia was only paying as much attention to him as was absolutely necessary was gnawing at him. And then he was paired up with Peter. Of course. He gave a roll of his eyes as he pressed back into the couch, a quiet, sullen thing as he listened to what was going on around him. Stiles was possessed, it seemed, by something known as a nogitsune. Well, at least the kid had an excuse for his crazy right now.
The crook of the finger at him, beckoning him, made his hackles raise, but he was going to help.] I'm coming, I'm coming. [He said it as he got to his feet, giving a wave to the others as he crossed over towards Peter.] Let's get going, then. Maybe we'll get some coffee, too. [Lydia was already gone, but it was pointed in her direction, the memory of her skirt and the way she flounced still all too present in his thoughts.]