[ the only thing lydia does that even signifies that she heard that is narrow her eyes just a tad. she won't ask, but you better be okay stiles. ]
Or the walker, but maybe that's just for special occasions. Or when his werewolf hips are hurting too much.
[ the only thing that keeps lydia from rolling her eyes and laughing at the way stiles acts is her pursing her lips. any other time it might look like she's mad, but as it stands it look too mocking to really have any bite. ]
Well then, Mr. Stilinski, I do think we have to shake on it before this accord is official. I won't have you backing out on it.
[he's getting there, lydia. he's finally starting to get there.]
Well you know he's not as young as he used to be, Lydia. Especially considering I still can't get a straight answer out of any of them as to how the whole aging thing works for werewolves.
[and maybe his feelings for lydia are different now than they used to be, but stiles is still the kid who spent years obsessing over her, so it's a pretty simple matter for him to distinguish her faintly irritated pursing of the lips from her quietly amused one.]
I would never dream of such a thing, but if it will put your mind at ease, Miss Martin. [and he holds out his hand to shake]
And he gets into all those fights, it does horrible things to his poor bones. [ it's then that she has to take a moment to hold back a laugh. ] Maybe he never got a straight answer himself. Or he doesn't want to explain it because it's something— like them being able to control how they look as they age. A perk to go with the whole fast healing part of them. It's not that much of a stretch.
[ which, to be honest, sounds cool from a scientific stand point. when stiles holds out his hand she takes it without missing a beat and nods just once with what actually looks like a smile. ]
It puts my mind at great ease, Mr. Stilinski. [ a pause. ] And if you want to laugh right about now, I won't actually be that offended.
[stiles' lips twitch for a moment, pressed tight together to try and fight it, but at lydia's blanket permission he allows himself to let go, releasing her hand to hunch over double and wheeze his laughter into his knees. it's the first real, honest laugh he's had in awhile, and he appreciates that it came from lydia of all people.
he eventually gets his wits back around him and sits up straight again, chest still a little tight but in a good way now.]
Let's be real here, it's probably him not knowing. [innocent little shrug] At least if we're going by the law of averages, that's usually the reason he doesn't explain things.
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Or the walker, but maybe that's just for special occasions. Or when his werewolf hips are hurting too much.
[ the only thing that keeps lydia from rolling her eyes and laughing at the way stiles acts is her pursing her lips. any other time it might look like she's mad, but as it stands it look too mocking to really have any bite. ]
Well then, Mr. Stilinski, I do think we have to shake on it before this accord is official. I won't have you backing out on it.
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Well you know he's not as young as he used to be, Lydia. Especially considering I still can't get a straight answer out of any of them as to how the whole aging thing works for werewolves.
[and maybe his feelings for lydia are different now than they used to be, but stiles is still the kid who spent years obsessing over her, so it's a pretty simple matter for him to distinguish her faintly irritated pursing of the lips from her quietly amused one.]
I would never dream of such a thing, but if it will put your mind at ease, Miss Martin. [and he holds out his hand to shake]
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[ which, to be honest, sounds cool from a scientific stand point. when stiles holds out his hand she takes it without missing a beat and nods just once with what actually looks like a smile. ]
It puts my mind at great ease, Mr. Stilinski. [ a pause. ] And if you want to laugh right about now, I won't actually be that offended.
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he eventually gets his wits back around him and sits up straight again, chest still a little tight but in a good way now.]
Let's be real here, it's probably him not knowing. [innocent little shrug] At least if we're going by the law of averages, that's usually the reason he doesn't explain things.