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[femaleofthespecies]

Excuse me?

[There's just that touch of danger]

[studmuffin]

[ It's like he doesn't even realise Derek might just kill him. ]

You're still all wolf-y, right?

[femaleofthespecies]

Don't say that being a werewolf is enough.

I'm a girl, Stiles!

[studmuffin]

For like, twenty-four hours, tops. Enjoy it.

[femaleofthespecies]

What are you suggesting I do?

[studmuffin]

[ 8D ]

Wow. You have zero imagination.

[femaleofthespecies]

Have you even kissed a woman?

[Seriously.]

[studmuffin]

[ >| ]

I've been busy.

[femaleofthespecies]

You've never even touched one, have you?

[studmuffin]

[ ... ]

Shut up.

[femaleofthespecies]

[This is pathetic. Derek takes Stiles' hand and puts it on one breast]

[studmuffin]

Hey, no.

[ Yanking his hand away as though burned. ] I'm not saying just to get your sympathy, dude. [ He's not using Derek. Too many people have. ]

[femaleofthespecies]

You're kidding.

[Snort.]

[studmuffin]

[ Crossing his arms and glaring at Derek. ]

You look great, sure. But if you're just doing that out of pity than that's gross.

[femaleofthespecies]

Do you think I get you off out of pity?

[studmuffin]

[ Pause.

Maybe. ] No?

[femaleofthespecies]

[SNORT]

I don't pity you, Stiles.

[studmuffin]

Well, that's good. [ He's just casually trying to work out if there's anything about this new body that reminds him of Derek. ]

That would totally suck.

[femaleofthespecies]

I need to get my body back.

[studmuffin]

Dude, it's not gonna happen. You'll just have to ride the curse out.

[femaleofthespecies]

[Ugh. He stands up and heads for the kitchen but-]

How do women handle-

Stiles.

[Oh, no.]

[studmuffin]

[ Innocent face. ]

What's up?

[femaleofthespecies]

Bra.

[studmuffin]

No, Stiles. Sti-les.

[femaleofthespecies]

No, you idiot, I need one-

Urgh, where the hell is Erica when I need her around?