[ The fact that John managed to find someone that plays along the same way that he does is a little thrilling, even after they've been together as long as they have. He can't help but use his feet to scuttle a little closer to where she's seated herself.
He knows why she's looking around, but instead just looks up at her benignly. ] He's with his new boyfriend.
[ You can't blame him for calling Derek that, considering how much Stiles talks about him and Garou and the whole ranger thing. He just kind of wants to push them together and tell them to kiss at this point, because he's caught Derek watching Stiles in the halls when they head for the mess hall or mission control.
Weaseling closer to her so that his chair bumps into her knees, he sneaks his fingers up her calves rather obviously. ] Reaaaaally?
[ Laura snorts and rolls her eyes, although it's affectionate. She loves her baby brother, with all of her heart and soul, and she wants him to move on, because he deserves it, especially with that kid. But it doesn't mean she can't make fun of him mercilessly for it, first. ] What is it, third date now?
[ Laura twitches her legs ticklishly when his fingers slide up them, and she bends over to lean in towards him, still holding lunch, just above his lap. ] Tell you what, I'm kinda a dirty cop, so I need a bribe.
[ And with a mischievous smile, she taps her lips. Pucker up, buttercup. ]
Thereabouts. They're getting suited up for their drift test-- circuitry suit and the test helmet, not the whole-- [ John rocks his head back and forth, as if that makes any sense at all. (At least Laura will understand he means the whole armor shebang.) ] I'm waiting for Stiles to come in whining about how it makes your brother's butt look.
[ Wiggling his fingers behind her knees, he pauses in his idle teasing as Laura leans down over him, peering up over the rims of his wayfarers at her. ] Kinda?
[ But teasing aside, it's easy for him to plant his feet flat on the floor so he can push up from the seat of his chair, fingers curling in the material of her pants as he dramatically purses his lips and presses them to hers like a dumbass. Consider him puckered up. ]
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He knows why she's looking around, but instead just looks up at her benignly. ] He's with his new boyfriend.
[ You can't blame him for calling Derek that, considering how much Stiles talks about him and Garou and the whole ranger thing. He just kind of wants to push them together and tell them to kiss at this point, because he's caught Derek watching Stiles in the halls when they head for the mess hall or mission control.
Weaseling closer to her so that his chair bumps into her knees, he sneaks his fingers up her calves rather obviously. ] Reaaaaally?
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[ Laura twitches her legs ticklishly when his fingers slide up them, and she bends over to lean in towards him, still holding lunch, just above his lap. ] Tell you what, I'm kinda a dirty cop, so I need a bribe.
[ And with a mischievous smile, she taps her lips. Pucker up, buttercup. ]
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[ Wiggling his fingers behind her knees, he pauses in his idle teasing as Laura leans down over him, peering up over the rims of his wayfarers at her. ] Kinda?
[ But teasing aside, it's easy for him to plant his feet flat on the floor so he can push up from the seat of his chair, fingers curling in the material of her pants as he dramatically purses his lips and presses them to hers like a dumbass. Consider him puckered up. ]