I was paying lots of attention! [ Ugh, god, Scott is the cutest thing ever, and Stiles spends a lot of time around really, really cute kids. Where he's on the ground, he rocks forward and grabs Scott up in his arms, pressing a sloppy, wet kiss to his cheek and hugging him tight. ] You're just such a good predator I didn't stand a chance, dude.
[ When he does let go, he ruffles his hair and leans forward on his knees, shiny golden badge flickering a little in the light. It's not like he tries to show it off on purpose--not usually, anyway--but Scott's different, and he's always ready to put on a big show for the kids. ] You're early today. Got any criiimmeee to report?
[ Barely capable of keeping back an excited whine, Scott bursts out into a fit of laughter as Stiles plants the sloppy kiss to his cheek, followed by a loud ewwww because kisses are supposed to be gross. But he contradicts it immediately by throwing his little arms around his neck, holding tight and nuzzling his face into his jaw. ] Dad's teachin' me still. I'll be the best, you'll see.
[ As he's lowered to the ground again, he loosens his hold so that Stiles can have his person back, and blinks giant, dark eyes at him. They're drawn to the badge, as always, and his face splits into a grin in excitement. Stiles is the best, after dad but right up there. It's easy to just fall right into the ""deputy"" mindset, and he straightens up to puff his chest. ] All's quiet on the western front! Eastern's kinda noisy but dad's takin' care of that.
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[ When he does let go, he ruffles his hair and leans forward on his knees, shiny golden badge flickering a little in the light. It's not like he tries to show it off on purpose--not usually, anyway--but Scott's different, and he's always ready to put on a big show for the kids. ] You're early today. Got any criiimmeee to report?
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[ As he's lowered to the ground again, he loosens his hold so that Stiles can have his person back, and blinks giant, dark eyes at him. They're drawn to the badge, as always, and his face splits into a grin in excitement. Stiles is the best, after dad but right up there. It's easy to just fall right into the ""deputy"" mindset, and he straightens up to puff his chest. ] All's quiet on the western front! Eastern's kinda noisy but dad's takin' care of that.