poly_chromatic | ( video 39 )

[ The view from his device is obscured by cereal boxes for half a second, laying on the conveyor belt with all of his stuff. Stiles is doing the grocery run and you know what - he is the bomb right now buying enough food for three and not being weirded out by his lady purchases. Of course the nice middle-aged woman behind the counter doesn't know his video is running and neither does he, he's just babbling at her. ]

-- And then he said that's not my horse. It turns out it was one of those weird alpaca things, can you imagine how awkward that was?

[ Beep beep beep goes the cash register and Stiles is counting out money. They don't notice the creeping mistletoe growing. At least not until he leans in to pass his cash over and the woman reels him in by his shirt. Stiles manages to make a surprised noise before her lips cover his, one manicured hand cradling the back of his head. It's a little awkward with the counter sticking into his stomach and the weird non attraction they have going and when she breaks away with horror Stiles starts nervously laughing and grabs all everything all at once, almost tripping over himself in his haste. ]

Um thank you for your service. Customer service. Not -- Bye.

[ With that he flees. ]

( ooc: come kiss him do it do it do it. )

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[This is before she's dropped her things off at her flat so her arms are full of bags and her purse is slipping off her shoulder and she doesn't have a free hand to fix it and damn it damn it damn it struggling.

Then she snaps, to no one in particular,]

Where's my bloody wand?

[ He places his own stuff by the wheel of his jeep and moves to help her. ] Hey, here.

[ Lifting the bags out of her arm instead of trying to find her wand because you don't do that to a super witch, right? ] I got them.

No, it's alright, I—

[But he's already got a hold on her things and she finally sees who it is when she's blown the hair from her eyes.]

Stiles. Thank you! [Fixing that purse and already going to take her things back, wand in hand.] No, you were on your way somewhere, I'll manage.

i've got a suggestion for christmas time tp where the t stands for tinsel

Are we going to decorate grandmother's house?

I was just going to my jeep. [ He offers her a smile and tilts his head to where the sky blue monstrosity is sitting. ]

I could give you a ride home if you want, take all this stuff for you?

[So, not that she knows Derek's schedule well enough, but Stiles apparently knows when during the day he's not at home, and they're set on doing this. Is there some danger, due mainly to the fact that mistletoe is running wild all over the City, it's dark outside with a few hours after sunset, and they might be in danger of a. dying in the forest mauled by wolves or b. making out in the forest with every step? Yes. But their middle names are Danger, by now.]

You're absolutely sure he's not at home.

really? red riding hood? you're going there?

He's probably killing small fluffy bunnies somewhere. [ He sounds so confident but really Derek could have changed his schedule and Stiles wouldn't know. ] He goes out for a run at night. I think it makes him feel totally empowered.

[ He peers into the box of decorations but it's dark so that's helpful. ] I bet he stayed here on Thanksgiving and thought about all the bad things in his life. We're doing him a favour.

I was going to Shrink them all, but I was planning to drop them home, anyway.

[As she goes Shrinking the parcels and bags, then she grins.]

But I wouldn't say no to a ride. Haven't ridden in a car in years, I think.

[She nods like it's a super legitimate possibility, even though in all likelihood it's not. They like to make fun of Derek, but somehow still end up pulling stunts like this one. What's Mae's excuse for being here and doing this?

Probably has to do with the fact that she's on his contact list and she has a feeling that's special, which has made her a little strangely protective of him. In a sense. In about as much as one can be protective of a werewolf. Her life.

It's Stiles' fault, though.] Okay, let's act as if we have less than five minutes and just toss the decorations on. Give the cabin some warmth.

[ Stiles still has a key. He keeps meaning to give it back, but ... He likes to tell himself that if Derek ever disappears someone will need to get rid of the wolf-evidence. ]

Five minutes, got it. [ The key slides home and the place is dark and silent and he grins. ] Covert Christmas is a go.

Should we high five before going in? [A pause.]

For good luck? [For bromance?]

[ He could correct her on that. Jeep, not car. But she's too cool for school so. ]

Awesome, let me just. [ He gets his keys out and unlocks, loads the rest of his own groceries in the trunk. ] There. I wish I could do the whole shrinking thing, that would be so awesome.

[She's working on Chase's new car when Stiles comes in. She's under the carriage as it's up on the hydraulic press, and she sees him come in just as she's making sure the catalytic convertor is secure.]

I saw Mae earlier.

[THEY ALL HAVE WHEELS.]

You can drive, that's pretty great, isn't it? [Clambering into the passenger seat, she announces,] I'm sitting on the wrong side.

[ He totally knows what a catalytic convertor is, aren't you proud of him? ]

Yeah, she texted me. We're on a secret mission. [ He places down all the things she sent him out for on a table and then turns. ] What can I do?

[ He laughs and then holds out his hand for her to high five, then moves in. He flicks the light on as he passes, makes a small noise. ]

It never looks like anyone lives here.

i am going there, yes. that's what we're doing right?

No, you're --. [ A pause as he gets in and then it hits him. ] Americans drive opposites. Different side of the road too. Don't panic when I start her up.

[She takes a look at his things, her fingers just barely opening the bag.]

Are you off on a mission of Christmas mischief?

Don't get distracted by feeling sad for him right now, we're on a mission.

[But she agrees. She's quick about putting tinsel on the window sills, and around the lamp. She fishes around her bag of supplies and gets up a plastic miniature Christmas tree, small enough to go on a table and already decorated with some tinsel. But she's going to add more.

Can't have enough of that.]

i guess, but agreement to never refer to him as grandma again

[She snorts.]

I don't panic. Besides, can't have sides of the road in a place that hasn't got a load of cars. [Ginny sits forward to see out the windshield, pleased.] This is brilliant. Mistletoe can't grow in here, can it?

We're going to decorate a serial killer's house.

[ He says this with the brightness and ease of a youth who does not give a fuck. ] Because life sucks right now.

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