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Okay, I'm not even gonna lie. I'm freakin' pumped it's snowing outside.
[The feed cuts on to show Stiles, standing outside instead of in his room; he's clothed in a familiar, bright red hoodie, instead of the cloak he'd been gifted upon arrival. There's a grin on his face, not at all sarcastic, and he turns the compact around to show the start of a snowman he'd begun building.]
I don't know about you guys, but I seriously needed the distraction. Do you guys get snow where you're from? In Beacon Hills it's like the whole town shuts down when there are like two flakes. It's a nightmare for my dad.
[Turning the compact back around to his face, Stiles holds it out at a distance again, cupped between his gloved palms.] I'm going to be out here enjoying this, because I think I got a little bit of terrifying island fever, if anyone wants to join me. We could probably enact the world's greatest snowball fight between a bunch of fairy tale creatures.
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[If you happen to be running around the island anywhere near Stiles, be ready to get beaned by a snowball! At least his aim's kind of crappy, so he probably won't hit you.]