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[oralfixations]

first.last@compass.net (3) (no subject) D12 63:19PM first.last@compass.net (6) Re: Mission D11 8:01PM first.last@compass.net (12) [text] D10 9:35AM

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<span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">TO:</span> stiles.stlinski@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">CC:</span> firstname.lastname@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">BCC:</span> firstname.lastname@compass.net, firstname.lastname@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">FROM:</span> firstname.lastname@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">DATE/TIME:</span> Day Twelve, Night. 63:19PM <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">SUBJECT:</span> (no subject) <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">MESSAGE:</span> No message.

<span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">CONTACT:</span> first.last@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">MESSAGE:</span> <span style="font-family:courier; color:#000000;">text</span>

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[adoptalizard]

CONTACT: jackson.whittemore@compass.net
MESSAGE: i need lydia's key back

[oralfixations]

That's a shame.

[adoptalizard]

[ are you fucking kidding him right now ]

seriously, stilinski? it's mine.

[oralfixations]

Who had to work for weeks to get it here?

Who used to it to keep your sorry ass from killing people, because you didn't fucking listen to me?

Not you, that's for fucks sure.

If you had something of mine, and I asked for it, you sure as fuck wouldn't give it to me.

So get bent, Whittemore.

[adoptalizard]

jesus freaking christ, stiles

i get it, okay, you were right, i was wrong, good fucking job, go do your i told you so song and dance

why would i keep something of yours unless i wanted it? is there some reason you want to hold onto my house key? because it was lydia's?

it has nothing to do with you, stiles

[oralfixations]

Might come in handy if i need something for myself.

You know, barter it back to the Engineer.

You don't deserve it.

[Or her.]

[adoptalizard]

[ so much rage going on right now ]

stiles, i swear to god, i will hang you off the edge of the goddamn ship if you don't give me my goddamn key.

it is my house key. how the hell do i not deserve my house key?

do you really want me to tell lydia you threw a little bitchfit about it if she shows up?

[oralfixations]

Actually, I wouldn't give a shit.

would you like me to tell her about everything you've done?

Cause I could do that.

Just for the record. She might finally realize how fucking dumb you are.

And no. You aren't getting it back.

[adoptalizard]

pretty sure she already saw what i was and she's not stupid. she can figure out what i did.

you don't get it, stiles. she doesn't care.

none of your nice guy bullshit is ever going to matter because she doesnt. care. she's with me, not you, and no matter what kind of crap you tell her about me, that isn't going to change

this is really getting pathetic

[oralfixations]

Dude, I don't want her anymore! So stop thinking this is about that you fuckwit.

This is about you being the shittiest person I have Ever met.

[adoptalizard]

no, this is about you being a petty, childish shit over a fucking hunk of metal

seriously, look at yourself right now

[oralfixations]

No, you look at yourself.

You look at all the fucking people you murdered.

Have you apologized to all of them?

Have you told them that if you had listened to me, we could have stopped it?

But no, you fucking hung me out to the wolves on the network, and got yourself fucking mastered. You were a guy's little bitch because you have an ego the size of texas.

And now everyone is trying to get you to join their little club, to help you.

Fuck that.

I ain't doing shit for you. someone has to show you you aren't a fucking prince.

You want the key?

Find it yourself.

I'm hiding it.

[adoptalizard]

[ And there is a whole lot of Don't Want To Talk About It in the first like 2/3rds of that message, so he's just going to ignore it and focus on the important part ]

fine.

go fuck yourself, stiles.

[ le disconnect ]