Touch | Lydia Martin

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"Because you look like the type to give really shitty advice on purpose."

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"Did you know that your dad's car is in the school parking lot, and has been since last night?" Rafael asks Stiles, doing his best to ignore Charlotte, who is purposely trying to ignore the adult.

"No, what does that mean?" Stiles asks, pursing his lips when Charlotte flicks another piece of blue tack at his forehead.

"Bullseye!" Charlotte cheers, high fiving Stiles.

"Stiles! Your dad is officially missing." Rafael snaps.

"Listen, mate, there's no need to raise your fucking voice." Charlotte hums, putting her head on her hands as she smiles innocently at Rafael.

"Is there something really wrong with you?" Rafael asks, glaring at the Lynx harshly.

"Yup." Charlotte nods, making Rafael sigh tiredly.

"Stiles, why am I getting the feeling that you know- both of you know- something that could help us find your dad?" Rafael asks him.

"Oh." Charlotte raises her hand in the air, making the adult sigh and turn to her.

"Why are you asking two teenagers questions when you should be using every minute to be looking for the goddamn Sheriff?" Charlotte asks, raising her voice a little at the FBI agent.

"You just answered my question with a question." Rafael points out.

"Did I really? Well aren't you observant?" Charlotte hums, looking at Rafael with mock interest.

"Why would we not tell you if we knew something?" Stiles asks so Rafael doesn't snap at Charlotte.

"If it meant helping your dad, why wouldn't you?" Rafael asks.

"Are you an FBI agent or a fucking brain twister?" Charlotte asks, her nose scrunched up a little.

"Brain twister?" Stiles asks her in amusement.

"I know what I'm talking about, Condom Carrier." Charlotte justifies.

"Are you asking me to tell you what I wouldn't tell you?" Stiles asks the adult sarcastically.

"Or are you asking him to tell you what he wouldn't tell you so you can tell him what he needs to tell you?" Charlotte asks with a smirk, knowing exactly what she's doing.

"First, I have no idea what you two have just said. Second, how about you two just let me help you?" Rafael asks.

"Because you look like the type to give really shitty advice on purpose." Charlotte replies like it's obvious.

"Also, I don't know how to help you help me tell you something that would help you if I don't know it." Stiles huffs, making Rafael look at him blankly.

"That made perfect sense, how did you not get that?" Charlotte asks the adult with squinted eyes.

"Are you two doing this on purpose?" Rafael asks, looking between the two.

"Yes." Charlotte nods simply.

"We don't know anything, okay? Can we just go?" Stiles asks tiredly, making Rafael squint his eyes.

"Where are your other friends?" The adult asks them.

"You mean Scott?" Stiles asks with a scoff.

"You would know if you were around... I almost pity you." Charlotte hums.