( stargazing )

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the stargazing meme

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oo4. play out what happens—anything goes!
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prompts

one → meteor shower you just saw a falling star! and another! make a wish!
two → aliens what was that? was that really? omg no way a ufo!
three → lunar eclipse you've been sitting out for hours, waiting for this. it's so cool!
four → comet does it move fast or slow? either way, it's amazing.
five → full moon the moon is so huge! just don't look too long, it's really bright too.
six → star dust anything can happen in space. make up your own plot!
seven → solar eclipse this might be happening in the middle of the day!
eight → planet sighting is that a new star? nope, just a neighbor in the solar system!
nine → constellations do you know the stories behind these odd patterns?
ten → deep space normal stargazing isn't that much fun. you got a telescope!

Comments

[teenyoda]

He didn't know it was you.

[Unknowing echoing her thoughts, he turns and keeps the gas pedal down as he heads far, far away from the Tate residence.]

Kind of hoping he wouldn't want to risk hitting you.

[instincts]

You're probably right.

[ This isn't animal planet. She shrugs and settles back in her seat, assured that there will indeed be no gunfire. ]

[teenyoda]

[And there wasn't. Hallelujah. They even made it back to his place without any sort of incident. His dad's SUV was in the driveway and Stiles chewed his lip.]

Can you, uh... can you do that thing all werewolves seem to be able to do and get in through my window?

[instincts]

You said your dad wasn’t going to shoot me.

[ She doesn’t move to get out yet, just turns to look at him like WAS I BROUGHT HERE UNDER FALSE PRETENSES. Safety first. ]

[teenyoda]

What? No, no, he won't. He just... won't let you go upstairs with me to my room at [Checks his watch] eleven fifty-four at night. If he's in his room, he'll hear it. He's trickier than he looks.

[instincts]

[ She holds his gaze for a moment, squinting a little with suspicion, then simply accepts it and drags her backpack out of the back and shoves it into his arms. He can carry that inside if she’s going to crawl around on a rooftop. ]

It’d better be unlocked.

[teenyoda]

Um, I think it is.

[He usually left it unlocked in case Scott needed something.]

I'll see you inside. Be careful, okay?

[instincts]

[ At that, she just rolls her eyes. Be careful. Right. She climbs out of the car and heads for the side of the house, standing on her tiptoes to try and get a look at which window is his bedroom. ]

[teenyoda]

[He was reminded of Allison telling him that coyotoes tiptoed and he grinned. Yes. Yes they did.

But he went inside, quiet and trying to play it off like he was just coming home to go to bed. Just him. Only him. No one else but him. He was quiet as he headed up the stairs and over to his room, but he saw the light on under his dad's door. Yep. Waiting up for him. He knew it. Hopefully he could get to sleep now and he looked back when he reached his room to see the light flick off. Good. His dad needed all the rest he could get.]

[instincts]

[ One of the lights turns off. Okay. Not Stiles’ room. She jumps up, pulling on the edge of the garage roof and hoisting herself up so that she can scramble across it to the other upstairs window. She edges around the over-hangings.

She presses her face to the glass to search the darkened room, then tries to wedge it open, fingers prying beneath the window to push it up. Success! She tumbles into the room with a great deal less grace than she had demonstrated getting up to it. ]

[teenyoda]

Whoa!

[He turns the light on, then shuts the door, holding out a hand for her to not move for a second. Shh. Quiet. Did they disturb Stilinski sr?

...

..

.

No. They were good. He went over to help her up, having dropped her bag near the door.]

Are you okay? Shit, I'm sorry.

[instincts]

Relax. It’s —

[ Oh, are we whispering? Her eyes widen a little bit as she makes this basic observation and glances around, hushing just slightly and using an inside voice. Not a real whisper, but an inside voice. ]

I’ve had worse.

[ She accepts his help up and turns to shut the window, fussing with the blinds a little. ]

[teenyoda]

Yeah, I'm sure you have. Doesn't mean I can't make sure you're okay.

[But she did seem fine, so he backed off, moving to go over to her bag and pick it up to bring over to his desk.]

Um, I don't know if you're tired right now. I've got movies you can watch if you want.

[instincts]

[ That’s twice in one night. She’s beginning to wonder if he thinks she’s helpless—in the animal kingdom … But this isn’t the animal kingdom. Sigh grumble grumble adjusting. She takes the bag from him and kicks off her shoes, leaving them under his desk. ]

Sure.

[ She will take this opportunity to nose around his desk. At least she's not sniffing anything. (Mostly because she's trying to pretend she has no sense of smell, especially not a super-sense. Teenage boy leaves a lot to be desired.) ]

[teenyoda]

[Hey, he's a clean teenage boy. He changes his sheets at least once a week and keeps his room tidy. There's a hamper in the corner with a couple day's worth of dirty laundry and she'll find books and one half bag of chips rolled up for later, but nothing that he needs to be worried about. All his porn is digital.]

Okay. What're you in the mood for? Wait, do you want to change first? I can go into the bathroom and change and you can... here.

[instincts]

[ Is that necessary? She looks at him for a moment like she’s not really sure why he’s offering the change of scenery but she’ll just nod and let him have his way on this one. It won’t inconvenience her at all. ]

Something funny. [ Action movies are stupid and get everything wrong, she has learned. She pulls a different shirt out of her backpack, giving him the cue to bail if he so desires. ]

[teenyoda]

[He's seen her naked -- from behind. It was a memory forever etched into his brain. He'd like to see the rest, but there was... stuff. And changing in here meant her seeing him and that was... yeah.

But he sees her pull out the shirt and goes over to his dresser to grab sleep pants and a sleep t. Then out the door he goes, down the hall to the bathroom.

May as well use it while he's there and wash his hands. Again. >>

Don't judge him, Malia. He had to make sure he didn't embarrass himself. And being quiet was something he was used to in terms of this activity. It didn't take long and he washed his hands rigorously with soap, scrubbing at them until they were red before he dried off and went back to his room, tapping lightly at the door.]

You dressed?

[instincts]

[ Going from sleeping in nothing but fur to having clothes for literally every occasion is its own form of adjustment. Lydia is (frustratedly) helping with that, mostly. Kira is gentler about it, but not particularly direct. Between the two of them, Malia has been figuring it out. She almost preferred the simplicity of Eichen House’s wardrobe.

She strips out of her shorts and shirt, discarding her bra and leaving it on her backpack when she wrestles her night shirt on. She’s already going to be stuffy and uncomfortable; she’s not putting up with straps and wires on top of it. She pulls on athletic shorts, and is well into combing his closet when he knocks on the door.

As she answers, she closes the closet door. ] For about five minutes now, yeah. [ Exaggeration or not, it makes her point. She pulls his bedroom door open to let him back in. Her nose twitches and she rubs the heel of her hand over it as she turns away from him, hopping onto the bed and crossing her legs. ]

[teenyoda]

[Please tell him that was from the soap and not the obvious. Of course, it didn't occur to him that his entire body would be saturated with pheromones and horny sweat, but hey, his hands were clean. That's what mattered.

He went over to the hamper, tossing in his clothes and setting the contents of his pockets on his desk. He was grabbing his laptop when he saw--

Yep. That was a bra. Which mean she wasn't... shit. Nope. No thinking of that.

He pushed it out of his head and turned, giving her a weak grin.]

Okay, something funny. So, what kind of things do you find funny? Three stooges? Potty humor? What?

[instincts]

[ Her gaze darts around his face for a moment, taking in the nuances of his expression as she tries to study that shift in his heart rate again. Like out in the woods. She abandons the effort and just answers him. ]

Kira and I watched Mean Girls. That was good. [ And falls into neither mentioned category, let the record show. She may have over-identified with crazy jungle-chans Lindsey Lohan and missed some of the jokes, ok, but it was still good. ]

[teenyoda]

Right. Mean Girls. Okay, um... you ever seen Step Brothers?

[It was kind of a favorite and he if couldn't get her to watch Star Wars, he'd drag her kicking and screaming through the man baby that was Will Ferrall.]

[instincts]

If I watched five movies a day for the next month, I still wouldn’t be caught up on all the ones you talk about.

[ Seriously. ]

No. Put it on.

[ She packs the sass away and grabs a pillow, then scoots over to make room for him. ]

[teenyoda]

Yes, ma'am.

[There's a smile there as he moves to crawl onto the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard and moving the blankets to pull over his lap. He holds them up so she can get under if she wants.

The laptop will go on his lap, angled so she can see it as he opens it and queues up the movie.]

You want anything? Something to eat or anything?

[instincts]

Mostly, I want you to stop talking.

[ With that, she climbs under the covers with him and settles in against the headboard, pulling her hair over one shoulder and leaning against him to get in close enough to see the screen. Truthfully, she's already a little tired, but she's not gonna feel particularly guilty for falling asleep mid-movie. ]

[teenyoda]

Right. Okay.

[And he'll sit and watch the movie with her, halfway to nodding off when he notices she has as well. He's quiet when he turns the movie off, sliding the laptop onto the side table and closing it before he starts to try to... wiggle down so he's lying down properly instead of up against the headboard -- all while trying to get her to wiggle down with him. Kind of hard, okay?]