( video 36 )

[studmuffin]

You know the drill --. [ Stiles is nursing a coffee in one of the quieter establishments, the hustle and bustle a little quieter behind him than it is in the rest of the City. ] -- if you know me, come find me, or y'know, use the phone that is not a phone and I'll come find you. Unless you're Jackson, then you don't call me. Don't ever call me.

[ There's the flash of a grin but it's gone too quick. He hates these weekends for a very specific set of reasons. That he wishes his dad could turn up, just once, just so he could see him and prove to himself that he's all right. It's not going to happen but that doesn't mean he's going to hide away. ] Laters!

( ooc: no character twins as usual. twoofs, c'mere, let me press my face against your face. open to anyone. )

Comments

[invulnerated]

Has this place turned you hipster?

[studmuffin]

Erica.

[ His heart does something complicated, twists hard inside him and then resettles to beat a little faster. She'd died and he hadn't seen her in months - was the last to see her and with that comes it's own level of guilt. But she's here, in the City and that's all that matters and when he smiles it's real now instead of soft and useless. ]

I was always a hipster. Every month I wear seven scarves and talk about how I was into the moon before it was cool.

[praestantia]

Fuck you, Stilinski.

[studmuffin]

Oh my god, no. [ Get out. ] What the hell are you doing here?

[praestantia]

That's what I'd like to know, too.

[studmuffin]

Ugh, this is now the worst day.

[praestantia]

Don't be such a whiny little pussy.

[studmuffin]

Don't be such a jacked up fucking asshat.

[invulnerated]

[So she's going to pretend you're not looking at her like you've seen the ghost of your puppy. And sit at his table, and is that coffee for her? Because she just took it.]

It stuns growth.

[praestantia]

[ scoffing. ] What the hell is this place?

[studmuffin]

It's called the City. It's an inter-dimensional pocket of evil and play houses.

[ It#s a little bit more than that but hey, Stiles doesn't have to explain things to Jackson, right? ] You're probably stuck here for the weekend.

[studmuffin]

[ Hey! That was his coffee. ]

Growth isn't cool anymore, yo.

[invulnerated]

Did the pipsqueak committee decide that?

[studmuffin]

You'd have to ask them.

[invulnerated]

All of them? Not good enough just to talk to their leader?

[studmuffin]

Ha ha, you're hilarious.

[invulnerated]

It's a tough crowd.

[studmuffin]

Gimme my coffee back, Reyes.

[ He gives her a smile though. ]

[invulnerated]

Hey, I'm looking out for you here. [Not making comments about why you smell like a certain surly dickhead, etc. She's so nice, thank her.]

[tacitum]

'Laters'?

[shakenmilk]

Stiles. It's been quite some time.

[praestantia]

That sounds great. [ no thanks, this explanation is entirely sufficient, really. ]

[studmuffin]

It's worse for me.

[ Stuck with Jackson! Fuck, everything sucks. ]

[studmuffin]

Leah!

[ Finally, someone he can be pleased about. ] Hey! How's things?

[studmuffin]

Of course the gruesome twosome are here for the weekend. Why am I freaking surprised?