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Stiles is the single most easy person to find.

His phone is always with him and he is very often in his room, window open, on his laptop.

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When your friends are werewolves, you should really learn to shut your windows, but Erica found her way into his room easily and she's browsing through his books. She was being quiet, at least, but she still was looking for something interesting to read.

Her hands move to find his lacrosse stick and she ran it between her palms, spinning it with an idle motion as she waited for him to return to his room.

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Stiles trudged into his room with all the casual relaxation of someone who wasn't expecting company.

Which was why he flailed and fell on his ass on the bed before he took in who was there. "Christ, Reyes, give a guy a heart attack."

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Her head canted, glancing to him as she but his stick down, "Stiles, don't be so jumpy. You're the one that leaves your window just wide open."

She smirked at him, "You should really be more careful. Just anyone can come in."

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"Yeah, well, I leave it for Scott. Since Scott is my friend and welcome to climb in the window when he's a mess. Random werewolves appearing in my room was not on my cards." He shuffled back to lean against the wall, watching her.

"So. Why are you here?"

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"I'm not random," Erica retorted.

"I was bored and I'm not going to go hang out with Isaac and Scott and Boyd is at work."

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"You are random. You enjoy causing me bodily harm, I don't expect you to turn up to be entertained by me."

Then he scowls. "They're hanging out again, of course."

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"That's what I said," she intoned.

"It's why I'm here." She sighed heavily, moving across his room and flopping onto his bed. "And I didn't say you were supposed to entertain me, I just didn't want to be alone."

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"Well, so long as I don't have to entertain you, we're good. I don't entertain. I get performance anxiety and run out of things to say and do and wilt under the crippling weight of social expectation."

Story of his life, really.

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"Wilting is definitely not the result any girl wants to hear when they're laying on the bed of a guy. For the record."

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"You make it sound so dirty," Stiles laughed. "C'mon then, Cat Woman. What results are you looking for?"

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In a very teasing manner, she poses upon his bed. Hands pressing behind herself, arching her back as she tossed her blonde hair behind her shoulders.

"I make anything sound dirty," she retorted. "Besides, Batman, you've got me in your secret lair. What dark things are you afraid I'll discover?"

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"If I had a camera..." He'd photo her and send it to her pack, really. "Mostly my porn stash, if we're honest. This place sucks as a secret lair, everyone keep wandering into it."

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Her eyebrow lifts, "Is your phone dead?" She really didn't care if he sent it to them. What were they going to do?

It's fine though, she sits up straighter and flips onto her stomach, moving to look under his bed. It's honestly her first choice for looking for his porn. "Where's the skin mags, Stiles?"

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"No, it's on the desk and I can't be bothered getting it."

He watches her with mild interest. "Really? You went straight for under the bed?"

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Her feet swing in the air, the heaviness of her boots making her feet sway more than she wanted. Glancing to him, she grins, "Yes. It's stereotypical and I want to see how sick your interests are. I want to know those specific things that get you all a flutter."

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He laughs. "Take, take, take and when do I get to find out how sick your interests are, madam?"

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Her hands reach around under his bed, but all she finds so far are some dirty socks.

"Do you want to know what my interests are? I'm the one breaking into your room, not the ther way around."

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Stiles is far from worried. He doesn't keep skin mags. He never has.

"Yeah, teen boys breaking into teen girls rooms goes over a lot less well. And my dad's copped enough trouble over me breaking the law with that whole kanima, kidnapping Jackson thing."

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Shifting back up further onto his bed, she rolls onto her stomach, knees in the air to lift her hips up so that she can tug her shirt back over her midriff. Staring up at his ceiling, she sighed heavily.

"That would be a problem. What if I invited you to break into my room?" She was mostly curious to see if he could do it.

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"Your parents might still have a problem with it. Especially given my record of having a restraining order against me."

He glanced at her. "Do you want me to break into your room?"

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"Such a bad boy," she said casually, still watching the ceiling.

"Would you even think about it?"

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"Would you want me to," he repeated again.

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"We're going to just go back and forth, Stiles. I asked you first."

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"No, I wouldn't break in, because I don't want to get my Dad fired. Again. Anyway, I'd sooner be invited. It'd make a nice change."

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"So, you want to be invited?"