If Stiles'eyebrows were already at maximum loft before Derek starts
speaking, by the time he's done they've crawled their way right off Stiles'
face, bought jetpacks, and flown to the moon. He asked. And was banned.
Yeah, he can imagine just how Derek 'asked.' The guy's powers of persuasion
could be pretty impressive. Downright spooky, even; even now Stiles
remembered that smile from that night at the police station. But ask him to
remember that charm, to try that before intimidation? Might as well ask the
Earth to spin counterclockwise.
Shaking his head, and resisting the urge to sigh or roll his eyes, Stiles
just nods and heads inside. There's a minute or two where he leans on the
counter, talking to the girl behind it, smiling, and maybe surprisingly,
she smiles back. After another moment, he scribbles something on a receipt
and hands it to her, and she nods, waving as Stiles walks out. His trip
back to Derek is short, and he shoves his hands back into his pockets.
"No dice. She didn't see Erica or Boyd, but there were some new people in
this morning. Doesn't remember them, otherwise, other than one of them
having killer biceps, which is totally helpful in a lineup, I'm sure. But I
don't know, something just...feels weird. About all of this. You wanna hit
up the rest of the usual spots? I just, I dunno. There's something weird."
He falls back on repeating, shaking his head and fishing for his keys.
Something is rotten in the state of California. So to speak.
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If Stiles'eyebrows were already at maximum loft before Derek starts speaking, by the time he's done they've crawled their way right off Stiles' face, bought jetpacks, and flown to the moon. He asked. And was banned. Yeah, he can imagine just how Derek 'asked.' The guy's powers of persuasion could be pretty impressive. Downright spooky, even; even now Stiles remembered that smile from that night at the police station. But ask him to remember that charm, to try that before intimidation? Might as well ask the Earth to spin counterclockwise.
Shaking his head, and resisting the urge to sigh or roll his eyes, Stiles just nods and heads inside. There's a minute or two where he leans on the counter, talking to the girl behind it, smiling, and maybe surprisingly, she smiles back. After another moment, he scribbles something on a receipt and hands it to her, and she nods, waving as Stiles walks out. His trip back to Derek is short, and he shoves his hands back into his pockets.
"No dice. She didn't see Erica or Boyd, but there were some new people in this morning. Doesn't remember them, otherwise, other than one of them having killer biceps, which is totally helpful in a lineup, I'm sure. But I don't know, something just...feels weird. About all of this. You wanna hit up the rest of the usual spots? I just, I dunno. There's something weird." He falls back on repeating, shaking his head and fishing for his keys. Something is rotten in the state of California. So to speak.