( the more he talks, the more she's convinced that he is exactly who she fears. his mannerisms, while masked, are all too easy to identify. the pit of nerves in her stomach from the familiarity is not without foundation after all. she hears stiles' names from these lips and her jaw sets for a moment. 'is everything so far to your liking'? she leans in close, firing daggers with her eyes. )
You are not Stiles. ( the nogitsune is not as unrecognizable as he likes to think. lydia would not soon forget the reason her best friend is a corpse. her tone is a harsh whisper. ) What are you doing here? ( she almost asks how he got free from them, but she thinks better of it. she'll play into his hands for the time being. carefully, though. carefully. if he's managed to break free and take stiles again, he's twice as dangerous as before )
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You are not Stiles. ( the nogitsune is not as unrecognizable as he likes to think. lydia would not soon forget the reason her best friend is a corpse. her tone is a harsh whisper. ) What are you doing here? ( she almost asks how he got free from them, but she thinks better of it. she'll play into his hands for the time being. carefully, though. carefully. if he's managed to break free and take stiles again, he's twice as dangerous as before )