Moving. Yet again. Because this ducking stupid—
No. Get yourself under control. You know what happened that time—
Okay. New school. Mmhm. It's alright.
He arrives at the school...
He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head, then anchors himself back into unhairiness.
"Argh. Wolfsbane. I see what Derek meant by thinking a hunter did this."
"Okay. We think a hunter did this, maybe. Which means it's probably the Argents. Any ideas for dealing with that, because I'm coming up blank."
"If it is Laura, no one will think Derek did it, so we just have to pin it on the Argents."
"'The Argents' is kinda broad, though. I—don't want to say it was all of them. It might have been a plan, but, uh. It might not. And if it's not Laura... Did the body not get ID'd?"
"Well, they only found the lower half. They have to wait for the lab results."
"Oh. So this is probably the upper half. I'm... slightly more inclined to gravedig."
"Okay, that's cool. Also hot. Did I mention cool? Hot and cool."
He grins. "I don't particularly find myself hot when I'm all furry, but." Pause. "I kinda don't want to make my clothes all dirty." He starts taking them off.
"You look good in anything, even werewolf face."
Stiles stands around, with his useless human hands. Mostly watching for Derek, not that he can do anything if he does.
There is the top half of girl, staring vacantly at him.
Her body is flecked with blood.
His skin prickles, and he sees a purple glow from the corner of his eye.
A purple glow seems like a good enough reason for him to get the heck out of the grave as fast as he can before anything bad happens to him in there.
"I don't think I've ever seen a body before this week. I guess seeing both halves is kind of a milestone."