I can't seem to kill my assailants

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CHARACTERS: Stiles & Allison
LOCATION: your place or mine Allison's room maybe
WARNINGS: ... nothing?
SUMMARY: So with all of the intrigue~ and different sides trying to convince the people of Tranquility that they are the side that should be trusted, Allison and Stiles meet up to discuss their options.
NOTES: shortly after the Gunnery meeting


Everyone on the ship has been in an uproar lately from the newest mysterious benefactor to show up on their radar claiming to have their best interests in mind, and while Stiles has more or less kept out of these discussions on the network about what to do or who to trust, that doesn't mean he hasn't been listening.

He and Allison are supposed to be meeting up for what Stiles had jokingly referred to as their 'Grandma Knitting Circle' but which was really less about actually finishing a project (especially since Stiles kept routinely unraveling his own) than it was taking a breather from everything and everybody, talking about something other than whether or not they were going to die that week and how.

Stiles hates to break their own unspoken rule, but after about five minutes of trying to pick out a stubborn knot in his yarn he exhales noisily, sets the yarn back down in his lap and says, "Why do I feel like whichever way this ship decides to fall on the issue, we're going to get screwed over anyway?"

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"Puh-lease." Stiles says, stretching the word out to enforce just how patently ridiculous he really finds what she said. "Who wouldn't want to ask you to prom, you're amazing. You can't tell me the guys weren't falling over themselves to ask you out at your old school, crazy dad with an arsenal in his garage to dissuade them and all."

He grins and leans in conspiratorially, arm brushing against hers as he does. "You know you were way out of Scott's league, right?" He asks with all the well meaning honesty of a guy's best friend. "And Isaac, we're not even going to talk about Isaac." Said with the grace of a guy who really really doesn't like Isaac.

[overdraws]

"I am not," she says, maybe too quickly. It's not that Allison has low self-esteem, per se, about her looks. (Other things, absolutely, but as far as she's concerned, that has no bearing on whether or not she's in someone's league.) "And I didn't. Before Beacon Hills, I didn't... really have a lot of friends. Not like you guys. I moved around too much so people didn't really get a chance to get to know me. Scott and Isaac are the only guys I've dated."

She gives him a small Look for the Isaac jab, but she's also not going to push it. There's no getting those two to like one another; if Scott McCall can't do it, no one can. She nudges his arm with her elbow.

"You're not terrible yourself, you know. Lydia's really missing out."

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Stiles waves a hand between the two of them, or more like, he flicks his wrist between them because that's how much thought he's bothering to apply to Allison's comment. It's patently ridiculous. "I've lived in Beacon Hills my whole life and Scott was my only friend." And Heather, before they'd gone to different schools. But he's not going to be the downer to this conversation now by bringing her up.

"Without werewolves I would still be the weird sheriff's kid with no friends." A beat as he considers what he just said, and then he adds, "Which I still am, so never mind. You all just happen to be stuck with me anyway. And Lydia..."

He shrugs, scratches the side of his neck with a small frown. "Kind of gave up on that one after the whole true loves kiss stuff with Jackson. That stuff's a little hard to compete with, you know? I think I kind of like her better as a friend, anyway."

[overdraws]

She makes another face at the implication that they're not friends, because if they're not, what are they? Friends hang out on a regular basis and talk or just sit in silence knitting or go to one another when the shit hits the fan, even when it hits the fan every other day like it had back home.

"You have more friends than just Scott. Lydia, like you just said. Me. Kira, Malia..." She can't speak for anyone else. She'd include Derek on the list, but that's probably inaccurate. She doesn't know if Stiles considers Cora a friend or vice versa. After saying it out loud, it's kind of a pathetic list. But she's sticking to it.

"You're not just that weird kid anymore. Actually, I never thought you were weird. I mean, no more weird than Scott."

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Stiles just makes a face back at Allison because wow, that was totally not what he meant, okay? "Okay fine, yes, I misspoke. I have more than one friend now.

"I was talking more about still being the weird sheriff's kid. Which i still totally am, don't even try to argue this with me, Allison." Mock glare sent her way to make sure that Allison understands he means business.

But yeah Allison, it is a pathetic list. Comprised entirely of werewolf adjacent people who never would have spoken to him otherwise. But nice try with the pep talk anyway.

[overdraws]

She has to grin just a little bit at that. "Okay, fine, you're still the weird sheriff's kid. If it makes you feel better, back in San Francisco, I was the weird gun nut's kid."

It's not the size of the list that matters, to Allison, it's the people on it. Even if the amount is pathetic. Especially if the amount is pathetic. She nudges him with her shoulder. "The point is you're not alone anymore. And lots of people would ask you to prom." A pause.

"Lydia and I would make them."

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Stiles laughs, and it lasts for a pretty long time because wow no Allison, do you not remember how the last dance party went where someone was 'persuaded' to go with Stiles? It did not end well. But also because between Allison and Lydia they could absolutely get him a date, no question. Even apart the two were terrifying but together?

Nothing they couldn't do.

"That sounds equally terrifying and reassuring. Well done." And he's holding a hand up for her to high five, better not leave him hanging for long, girl.

[overdraws]

She reaches up and high fives him, also laughing a bit.

"Good. Our plan for world domination relies on us sounding terrifying and reassuring at the same time." She doesn't let go of his hand right away, instead resting it on the bed between them for a moment.

"Weirdly enough, I actually feel better. Regardless of what happens, I think we've got this. Hopefully that guy won't actually follow up on his threats."

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And Stiles just leaves his hand there. It's pretty nice in it's own way.

"We've totally got this, Allison. After Beacon Hills? There isn't a thing that the universe can throw at us that we can't handle."