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Derek was startled when Stiles walked into his office and plopped down on the chair across from him. He put down the report that he was reading and looked at him. “Something you wanted?”
"According to Deucalion and that crazy conference that he went to, we need twitters." Stiles looked at Derek and laughed before continuing, "Well not me but you and the rest of the anchors. I’m pretty sure no one wants to know about me."
Derek blinked a few times and tried to grasp his mind around what Stiles was saying. Something about twitter, that dreadful website with the 140 character limit. Whatever that was. He’s only heard about it when Erica complained that it wasn’t enough characters to type up her opinion.
When Derek came out of his thoughts, he realized that Stiles was still talking. “Stop,” he said, putting a hand up. “Twitter.”
Stiles looked at him in disbelief. “You’re still on that? I’m talking about Facebook now.”
"Stiles."
Stiles sighed. “Fine. So I was vetoed aggressively against having your handle as sourwolf so here’s your information.” He took out a piece of paper from his pocket with the log in and other information, handing it to Derek.
Derek opened up the laptop on his desk and typed in his information. He looked at his twitter page, noticing that he’s already had followers and was following five people.
"Who am I following and why do I already have posts? I didn’t write them," Derek said, glancing at Stiles with a glare.
"Danny tried out a couple of posts, mostly stuff that you covered and a link to the blog. It’s all yours now. Post whatever you want, within reason," replied Stiles, smiling. "I’m off. Don’t be late to the meeting later on!" He waved as he walked out the door.
Derek browsed the people he was following and frowned when he found out that Erica had more followers. Interestingly on the people that he was following was Stilesthegreat, Stiles’ own twitter account. At least I have more followers than him, he thought as he looked over Stiles’ posts.