I have never overslept. I've never watched porn. I don't know how to drive. My name is Cora Hale.
Yes! Good. Okay, just testing.
You don't realize how much you don't say, or how often you just kind of sidle next to the truth until you can't do that at all and suddenly feel like the world's biggest liar.
Sorry to everyone I overshared with. And I'll just pretend I didn't hear anything you don't want me to know. I'm pretty good at oblivious.
[Filtered to Billy]So, my roommate is a banshee, most of my friends are werewolves and superheroes, and Stiles just turned into a vampire.
I feel really painfully normal. I should find some toxic waste to roll in. That usually works out, right? Not that I'm complaining. Being a vampire would really not have been on my to-do list, and I think I'd cut off a finger or two if it could make things better for Lydia. Speaking of which, I kind of have a favor to ask?
How are you? Now that we won't babble anything in our heads, want to do something tonight?
[/Billy]I'm being proactive about my boredom. Anyone who plays or wants to learn how to play lacrosse, meet up at the high school at four on Friday, and we'll either practice until everyone learns, or do a pick up game if everyone knows. I can probably be talked into a different sport if everyone wants. Superpowered people are going to be handicapped by the rest of us cheating wildly.