[ He can't resist mimicking Stiles in turn, craning his head over his shoulder in an equally dramatic and ominous fashion, only to turn it back towards Stiles with a roll and crack of his spine. Honestly, Stiles makes it difficult to tell whether the uptick of his heart is from excitement or fear. Or a far more possible explanation-- a bit of both.
Arching one precise eyebrow at Stiles, Peter makes a noise of supreme disbelief. It sounds almost like a snort. ] No, Stiles. Beacon Hills is burning to the ground, and rather than pick up the phone and call, I came all the way out here to personally deliver the news.
[ And in case the sarcasm isn't extremely obvious, Peter proceeds to sling his entire basket of groceries into Stiles's cart, nearly crushing the box of granola bars Stiles put in there earlier. He remembers Stiles being relatively smart, if infuriating. Surely he could put two and two together. A nearly full basket and the lack of message from anyone else-- like it's always been said, no news is good news. ]
No one's dead. That I know of. [ Beacon Hills was also Stiles's home, and while Peter could understand the urge to leave the nest at the age he is now, there's no reason why Peter couldn't do the same. The Hale territory isn't under any immediate threat. Perhaps for himself, and for Derek, who used to haunt the property like a forlorn, miserable ghost, distance will prove a soothing balm for those old, lingering injuries. ]
This is purely coincidental. [ A coincidence Peter's already delighted with, having found Stiles here, in the middle of nowhere. ] Now that we've gotten that out of the way, you haven't said: aren't you glad to see me too?
OHKO!!!!
Arching one precise eyebrow at Stiles, Peter makes a noise of supreme disbelief. It sounds almost like a snort. ] No, Stiles. Beacon Hills is burning to the ground, and rather than pick up the phone and call, I came all the way out here to personally deliver the news.
[ And in case the sarcasm isn't extremely obvious, Peter proceeds to sling his entire basket of groceries into Stiles's cart, nearly crushing the box of granola bars Stiles put in there earlier. He remembers Stiles being relatively smart, if infuriating. Surely he could put two and two together. A nearly full basket and the lack of message from anyone else-- like it's always been said, no news is good news. ]
No one's dead. That I know of. [ Beacon Hills was also Stiles's home, and while Peter could understand the urge to leave the nest at the age he is now, there's no reason why Peter couldn't do the same. The Hale territory isn't under any immediate threat. Perhaps for himself, and for Derek, who used to haunt the property like a forlorn, miserable ghost, distance will prove a soothing balm for those old, lingering injuries. ]
This is purely coincidental. [ A coincidence Peter's already delighted with, having found Stiles here, in the middle of nowhere. ] Now that we've gotten that out of the way, you haven't said: aren't you glad to see me too?