Word: Technophobia.

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"Look, dude, I get that you hate technology, but this is taking it too far!" Stiles says, staring at the brick phone in Derek's hand. He's not even exaggerating; the thing would look damn near futuristic in the original Terminator movie.

"It's a phone; it takes and receives calls, and that's all I need it to do! Besides, I don't hate technology! I'm not a technophobe, and I know how to use a laptop or tablet or whatever else, I just think that some people spend way too much time attached to their phones instead of engaging with the people around them."

"Well, maybe the people around them should be making a better effort to be engaging!"

"I'm trying!"

"You're... wait, what?"

Derek's ears go pink, and Stiles stares at that as much as the ancient brick he's still holding defensively. Derek doesn't reply.

"Did you buy that thing - or dig it up from a graveyard - so you could talk to me?"

Derek still doesn't answer.

"Seriously, though? You got a brick phone from the 80's to talk to me?"

Derek's mouth goes from confused frown to stubborn line to smug smirk in a space of ten seconds. "It worked, didn't it?"

Stiles can't say anything to that.

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End of word challenge.

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