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[jumpiness]

Missing: one teenage girl. 5'3, strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, fair skin. last seen around 48 hours ago, wearing green dress, boots, and a black jacket. subject may be hostile but unarmed. report sightings or location to this ID.

[ that's all he's putting on the network, because he's hoping - fuck, he really is - that someone's seen her. it seemed like everything was okay - awkward, but okay. but she hasn't been back to the apartment in two days and stiles has torn up and down omega looking for her. and then aria's announcement saying she was thinking of letting people get shot -

no, calm down, stiles. maybe she just got lost. hell, even kidnapped.

without a ransom?

he heads for the markets again. maybe there's someone who's seen lydia. maybe he'll find lydia again. but there's a dejected drop in his shoulders that says he's starting to lose hope. ]

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[airraid]

[he can appreciate the attempt not to feel. there have been several times in his life, mostly since this whole reaper thing started that he's caught himself trying not to think about this dad and sister. whether they're okay, that they're taking care of each other, all of that crap -

and now he's thinking about it again, and it isn't the time. so he .. makes an attempt to stop.

he grins cheekily at stiles' comment, shrugging.] Gotta take one for the team when the opportunity presents itself, right?

[pause.] I'm trying to think of anywhere else you could look that you haven't, already.

[jumpiness]

I don't think there's anywhere left.

[ stiles practically wails it, latching onto something so he doesn't have to think about how he misses his dad. he still misses lydia, though, and he buries his face in his hands again. ]

Maybe she's really dead.

[ that's a very bitter sound. he did all this work to keep her safe only to lose her anyway. ]

[airraid]

Hey, come on, don't think like that. We're gonna find her, okay?

[he really doesn't know what the hell he can do to make stiles feel better about all of this. he might not be the most optimistic guy around, might tend to lean toward humor in dire situations to take some of the severity out of them, but this?

he doesn't think that's going to work.

joker scrubs a hand over the back of his neck and sighs.] Let's just keep looking. If I hear you talk like that again, I'm gonna knock your ass out. It's not gonna help.

[.. best uncle ever.]

[jumpiness]

You're gonna knock my ass out?

[ that should sting, because last time he said that, he did get his ass knocked out. but it's joker, it's someone he's come to trust, a little, even if they're all rough around the edges. but that's okay. nothing is ever sunshine and puppies for stiles. ]

I'm not gonna stop looking. [ he admits it after a moment. ] Not unless I have proof - proof of something, anyway.

[ a body, or evidence. he can try. ]