[ stiles 100% doesn't look at his chest or abs, okay. his despair at this situation is much greater than his traitorous body's boner for derek hale that likes to pop up when things are least expected. (at least his attitude is a boner kill.)
rolling his eyes at him, stiles fidgets around his person and produces a flyer, holding it out for derek's inspection. now that the wolves aren't going to eat him (he thinks), he can slip back into a little more of a comfortable bicker. ] No, really? I had no idea. Dude, it wasn't my idea, he was the one who thought it would be an awesome idea to play ~Red Riding Hood~.
[ he waggles his fingers in a gesture that is 100% sarcastic and huffs, stepping out of the way to keep from getting run over. ] You can take that up with him. Point is, we're supposed to start learning choreography in the next ten minutes.
I didn't say I was going to kill you. [ Today, at least. All of his anger is going to be directed at Peter for most of the day, honestly. But he pulls his shirt on over his head and reaches to take the flyer once he's close enough, reaching a hand down to stop the wolves from going too far. His fingers curl a little in the black wolf's fur, and she leans against his hip patiently while they all wait for him to process this.
And the moment he does, he gives the flyer the flattest look he possibly can. ] Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf. He cannot be this cliche.
[ Or this insane. He growls a little and starts moving again, bringing the wolves with him easily. A few sniff at Stiles, nipping at the hem of his shirt as if to bring him with them, but they immediately follow their human and wolf alphas towards where the animals are typically kept. ] I need to put them back in their cage-- unless for some deranged reason Peter wants them there now.
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rolling his eyes at him, stiles fidgets around his person and produces a flyer, holding it out for derek's inspection. now that the wolves aren't going to eat him (he thinks), he can slip back into a little more of a comfortable bicker. ] No, really? I had no idea. Dude, it wasn't my idea, he was the one who thought it would be an awesome idea to play ~Red Riding Hood~.
[ he waggles his fingers in a gesture that is 100% sarcastic and huffs, stepping out of the way to keep from getting run over. ] You can take that up with him. Point is, we're supposed to start learning choreography in the next ten minutes.
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And the moment he does, he gives the flyer the flattest look he possibly can. ] Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf. He cannot be this cliche.
[ Or this insane. He growls a little and starts moving again, bringing the wolves with him easily. A few sniff at Stiles, nipping at the hem of his shirt as if to bring him with them, but they immediately follow their human and wolf alphas towards where the animals are typically kept. ] I need to put them back in their cage-- unless for some deranged reason Peter wants them there now.