I tied Derek Hale. [ He says it again like he doesn't believe it--because to be honest, he doesn't--and Stiles runs a hand through his thick hair, groaning a little at the mention of his dad again. Right, he's dead. He's totally dead. For now he can at least hopefully have a shower and then die. ] Bury me naked so my funeral's awkward for everyone involved.
[ The tension dissolves and he breaks into a grin, locking an arm around John's shoulders on purpose. Mmmm sweaty college student. ]
[ Laura is looking a little like a pleased shark as she leans against the wall behind him, arms crossed and bouncing a little on her toes as she looks up at the ceiling, letting him put on his boots. ] It is. You know, like the director of MPs, my boss! Stilinski. It's an easy name to remember.
[ God bless Stiles Stilinski, the little shit. John can understand his shock, at least, and just barely resists squeezing where he's holding him up. It's tempting, though, especially when he locks around his shoulders. That's absolutely disgusting, but then again he regularly spends his time up to his elbows in Kaiju guts, so he's seen worse. This is just humanity, and he jostles him gently in retribution. ] I'll make sure to do just that. And I'll weep over your coffin just to make it even better.
Woe is me, my assistant has been slain! [ He wails down the hall, loud enough for the Hales to hear even from a distance.
Derek can't help but roll his eyes. At least John has a sense of humor to make up for him and Cora. Shifting, he rocks up to his feet with a soft grunt, tapping the toes of his boots into the floor after. If he could drag this out until Laura lost interest, that would be great. But it's Laura. ] So I should be expecting a stern talking to when he's done ripping into his kid.
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[ The tension dissolves and he breaks into a grin, locking an arm around John's shoulders on purpose. Mmmm sweaty college student. ]
[ Laura is looking a little like a pleased shark as she leans against the wall behind him, arms crossed and bouncing a little on her toes as she looks up at the ceiling, letting him put on his boots. ] It is. You know, like the director of MPs, my boss! Stilinski. It's an easy name to remember.
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Woe is me, my assistant has been slain! [ He wails down the hall, loud enough for the Hales to hear even from a distance.
Derek can't help but roll his eyes. At least John has a sense of humor to make up for him and Cora. Shifting, he rocks up to his feet with a soft grunt, tapping the toes of his boots into the floor after. If he could drag this out until Laura lost interest, that would be great. But it's Laura. ] So I should be expecting a stern talking to when he's done ripping into his kid.