hypercompetent: <user name="easystreet"> (die inside me)

[personal profile] hypercompetent 2013-07-23 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
Ew, awesome. I'm like a freakin' Exxon oil penguin. [ He sniffles again and lets Derek wipe away at his face, not really complaining at his tactility--something he's more or less used to at this point--even if it does give a chance for his mind to water. All things considered, he's not feeling particularly...obedient, or any different than usual. Even as Derek flickers to look at the bite, he just follows him down instead. The wound's kind of disgusting and he manages a - ] Jesus, ew.

[ Before pulling his face away to let Derek. Yeah. Stick to the wound examining. He does wiggle his eyebrows when Derek looks at him again, though, and grins. ] Probably something that doesn't involve flesh wounds.
hypercompetent: <user name="melocoton"> (save that for the)

[personal profile] hypercompetent 2013-07-23 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
Please don't ever compare me to Gerard ever again. Like ever. [ Shudder. That's a gross though. Scott's mom, however, isn't, and he looks at the intercom beside his bed for a minute, hand creeping over to find the remote for it.

He hesitates on pressing the button when Derek flashes his eyes at him though, and Stiles can't help the affectionate look on his face in return. ]
Ooh, terrifying. Totally waiting on you to get a taste of this delicious buffet of teenagedom here. [ He gestures up and down his body, and wipes his nose for emphasis. That was sarcastic. ]

[ Which is also kind of totally a front for how many thoughts that kicked up, and yeah, when Stiles isn't leaking black goop and healing from what's basically his deathbed, he's going to act on that. Probably. Maybe. If he can get his courage up. He's still hesitating over the button, though, like waiting for something to happen. ]