you're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll, but you're so damn hot.

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[lefthandedgenius]

I do have a type. [Her tone hasn't changed much, save to become more inclusive. She's still straining to hear the other banshees, but it's not like she can clear the cobwebs out to hear what they have to say right in front of this guy.]

That headache though, that was weird. I mean, even for having attention deficit or whatever. [Stiles would laugh at her if he knew she was passing off a fugue as ADD.]

It just came out of nowhere, no warning at all.

[singcuckoo]

Maybe there was some kind of weird atmospheric pressure thing. Some people are more sensitive.

[Another tiny sip, how do humans drink this stuff? Blech. He should have said he wanted water. That's the problem with doing things on automatic.]

Are you feeling better now?

[lefthandedgenius]

Might be. [But she's beginning to doubt it, given the way the other banshees aren't letting up. She's finally starting to understand what they're saying, though it takes her a few moments to parse it.]

Yeah, I think I am. We should probably get back to class - [She starts a few steps ahead, then stops, turning to stare at him, uncertain and a little afraid. Not terrified, though. Clearly not entirely familiar.]

What are you?

[Seems the other banshees finally made something clear, at least.]

[singcuckoo]

I've had a bit of a headache too.

[Though he knows exactly where that came from.

He gets ready to follow her in (and possibly dispose of his coke somewhere) and stops, taking a step back and looking as confused as he can. Telepathy hasn't worked on her, but maybe straight-up lying can.]

I don't know what you're talking about. Are you okay?

[lefthandedgenius]

[She's still staring at him warily. There's a point at which you stop caring about whether someone thinks you're crazy.]

You're not a banshee. Or a werewolf. Or a kanima. What are you?

You're something.


[Boy does she know what that's like.]

[singcuckoo]

[Okay, lying less successful. Especially when faced with telepaths of some kind, which Lydia clearly is- or something close enough that it doesn't make a difference.

He sighs and raises his hands- a gesture to show he isn't going to harm her- and to remind himself of that, too.]

I'm a cuckoo. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I'm just here for the math.

[lefthandedgenius]

[Her eyes roll heavenward.] Well that explains it. No wonder they were all freaking out. [Then,]

I'm a banshee. I just here for the math, too.

[singcuckoo]

Hence all the... [He vaguely gestures at his head] ...screaming?

['No wonder they were all freaking out'. Lydia obviously doesn't really get cuckoos if she's that calm, but this reaction is better than he could have expected.

He doesn't want to have to leave Beacon Hills. He likes it here, the college has so many math courses.]

Maybe we should get back to class.