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. ]
[ Amusement in every line of his face, he tries not to laugh at him in response to his reaction. Not that he can blame him, given how disgusting Gerard is in general, nevermind when he's oozing black everywhere. At least Melissa is an adequate distraction, even as he watches him with red eyes.
The amusement shifts into a return of affection, an interesting contrast to those alpha reds of his. But their eyes aren't always in challenge or aggression, aren't just exclusive to the negatives. He feels such a fierce warmth towards Stiles, which surprises him more and more every day. ]
I'll take a raincheck for when you're better. [ Rising from his seated position, he bows his head in towards Stiles and presses his lips against the top of his head, brief but softer than the first he left before issuing the bite. The red fades from his eyes finally, and he moves to turn towards the door. ]
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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. ]
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The amusement shifts into a return of affection, an interesting contrast to those alpha reds of his. But their eyes aren't always in challenge or aggression, aren't just exclusive to the negatives. He feels such a fierce warmth towards Stiles, which surprises him more and more every day. ]
I'll take a raincheck for when you're better. [ Rising from his seated position, he bows his head in towards Stiles and presses his lips against the top of his head, brief but softer than the first he left before issuing the bite. The red fades from his eyes finally, and he moves to turn towards the door. ]