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[nodding slowly]

Sure, yeah, clowns could work. It's definitely not something someone would automatically associate with werewolves and I guess we've already set a precedent for ourselves in terms of saying ridiculous things on the network [~~and ruining stiles' life~~]

And actually-- better than an anniversary, maybe drop something about monthly sleepovers or movie nights or whatever.

[throwing his hands up in the air] Hell, go Wiccan and make it about some kind of cleansing ritual or something. Claiming an alternative religion can keep people from poking too deep or risk looking like intolerant assholes.

Monthly sleepovers, except nobody's invited but me. [ she's not suggesting it - she's repeating it skeptically to show the flaws in that plan. ]

Wiccan, I could do. I kind of... did, for like two months. I mean, not the lifestyle, just the magic. So okay, like... [ she puts on a fake casual voice. ] Oh, it's just this detox thing I do. Lots of candles, lots of inhaling and exhaling - y'know, so this stupid ship doesn't drive me totally nuts? Yeah.

[ the casual voice goes away now, and she looks thoughtful for a second. ] If I even have to say anything. I mean, it's not like people are spying on my every move.

[stiles shrugs like her problem with his sleepover suggestion isn't his problem which. technically it isn't. whelp.] What, you never played musical houses when you were a teenager?

But yeah, go with the Wiccan thing. You've already got a good party line to feed people and, like I said, most people won't even ask because they don't want to look like bigots.

I mean. [considering] Some people will actually be bigots, but you don't have to answer them anyway.

And as an added bonus, if they have a problem with you being Wiccan they're almost certainly going to have a problem with you being a werewolf so you'll know better than to ever let them find out.

Preeeeetty much. [ which concludes their excuses brainstorming, at least as far as she's concerned - mostly because now she's falling into her thoughts for a second, going over her excuses and getting used to the fact that she even has to make excuses in the first place. like, okay, she had to make a ton of excuses back when she was undead and potentially cannibalistic, but that was a different kind of excuse. that was like 'hey i have to run home real quick', not 'hey so leave me alone for the next twelve hours or i'll probably kill you'.

then she looks up to stiles again, lips pressing together as she decides whether or not to ask what's on her mind and how to even ask it if she did. eventually, here comes a quiet: ] This is seriously going to suck, isn't it? [ a pause in which she swallows, then tilts her head a little. ] I mean, like... I've seen Josh and Nora do it like six billion times, and it looks like it sucks pretty bad.

[as bad as stiles can typically be with appropriate reactions to serious situations, werewolf stuff stopped being fun and exciting basically after the second time scott tried to eat him

... okay so it's still sort of exciting, what do you want from him. the point is stiles that stiles is suitably solemn when he answers sally anyway.]

It pretty much sucks, yeah. It gets a little easier in time, but the first one is usually pretty awful no matter what you do to prepare.

[sorry were you expecting sweet pretty lies. because stiles doesn't have them.]

[ no, that's exactly what she was expecting. someone to kick her in the face and tell her (without really meaning to) that she's a big giant idiot for hoping it might not suck as bad as she's anticipating. ]

I know, [ she admits, half plaintively. ] I just... figured I had to ask.

[well that's what stiles is here for ~~kicking people in the face when they're down~~.]

So you know other people back home that have already gone through this then?

Yeah, my roommate. [ which is exactly who turned her by mistake, not that she's going to say it. ] He's here, actually. I should seriously be talking to him about all this, but he's kind of got enough on his plate? So.

[he ain't gonna assume, it's cool. random alphas just running around everywhere biting people and shit obviously.

stiles is sort of quiet for a moment, picking at a loose thread on his hoodie before he says;]

Yeah. I get that.

Besides - he's actually not so great at keeping secrets [ no, sally, that's you ] and the more I talked to him, the more likely it'd get back to Aidan, and just. Yeah, I don't want to deal with that. [ she leans back and forth a little at 'him' and 'aidan', as if to emphasize the chain of events she'd like to avoid. ]

Right, yeah.

[stiles nods mock seriously and makes a face.]

And we wouldn't want Aidan to find out...

why exactly?

[ loaded question. she runs a hand through her hair, shoving it back out of her face as she takes a breath and figure out what the hell to even say. ]

I kind of... screwed up time. Like, time-time. And like, both of them are from the version of time that I didn't screw up, which is fantastic, but Josh apparently knows I did it and Aidan has no idea. I seriously don't want to have the whole 'so I ruined our lives in an alternate dimension, holla' talk just to get to 'by the way, y'know how I'm magically not a ghost right now? I'm also a wolf'. That's just. It's way, way more of a mess than I want to go anywhere near right now.

[ in no small part because in the version of reality that she came from, her and aidan are like. a serious, serious thing. boning in a big way, and also nauseating josh at the breakfast table in their spare time. ]

[nodding because okay he can see how that might be awkward and it's not like he can judge when he's trying so very badly to keep the rest of beacon hills from finding out about his homicidal venture as the nogitsune.]

Okay, fair enough. Wait. How does a ghost stop being a ghost?

[somewhat leery because his only experience with resurrection is creepy uncle peter and maybe the darach which. no.]

Like, was there a banshee or a nematon involved?

[ banshees? what the fuck is a nematon? she kind of wonders if he's full of shit, but she won't ask, since he's been cool enough so far. ] Uh, not so much, actually.

More like... black magic. Lots of it. In my defense, it totally wasn't my idea. [ a beat. ] I mean, that was the first time. The second time was my bad.

[oh sally you will learn. you will learn.

stiles' fingers tap anxiously on his knee, because honestly the words 'black magic' don't tend to instill a lot of confidence in him either.]

Is this the kind of black magic that involves human sacrifices? [he tries to say it lightly, but his body is all kinds of tense if she notices]

[ but that question kind of quiets her down, too. this part's a little hard for her. ] Yeah. [ she makes a point to sound decently casual, but she's not looking at him much now. ] My roommate had to dig up the heart of a guy he killed to get me my body back. Then when I had it, I guess it needed some kind of... something, to keep it going.

[stiles' body language gets tenser and tenser as sally speaks, until he's practically vibrating in his seat. he doesn't even really want to ask, but he find himself doing it anyway...]

What sort of "somethings"?

Look, it doesn't matter, okay? I wouldn't do it, so I died again.

[which is exactly what stiles needed to hear, honestly. he exhales heavily, body drooping slightly in the chair from the sudden release of tension.]

Yeah, okay, fair enough. It's only the last resurrection we had in my town involved virgin sacrifices and, as a result, was incredibly nerve wracking.

Ouch. Yeah, no, this one was less of that and more of me rotting to death like an actual literal zombie. [ her forced casual has gotten a little tense too, as it turns out. not at him, just... in general. ]

[stiles points at sally.]

Well we haven't had zombies yet, so there's something.

[and then he puts together the connotations of 'zombie' and vaguely human sacrifice type 'somethings' and comes pretty close to an answer that he doesn't like.]

Oh, ew. Ew.

[ she actually wasn't... really planning on him making that connection, so that's fantastic, she's liking this conversation less by the minute. so he's getting a slow, dry: ] Yeeeeep.

[and as awful and wonderful terrible as this discussion has already gotten, stiles is going to take it just that extra step further into what the fuck is wrong with you boy?]

... raw?

Look, can we seriously just drop it? [ because seriously, do you think she wants to remember how bad she wanted to take a big giant bite out of strangers? out of her friends? out of that little kid in front of the pet shop? no, fuck that. ]

[aaaaaand stiles realizes suddenly that this is one of those moments where he takes things too far because he doesn't really understand the limits of normal human interaction when it comes to things like this.]

Woah, okay, yeah. My bad. Gruesome curiosity sometimes gets the better of me. Did I ever tell you about the time I went looking for a dead body in the woods?

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