[ A sound caught between a scoff and huff of disbelief left Peter rather than a proper answer. It wasn't as though he hasn't been there before-- college, that is. And the slippery slope that was midterms and finals season, combined with how general lack of will to do anything other than struggle through them led to terrible culinary decisions and no trips whatsoever to the grocery store. (Although Peter did recall charming home cooked meals out of his more functional classmates on more than one occasion.)
Never mind that being a werewolf gave him an advantage over his classmates anyway. But making judgmental comments about Stiles's dietary habit aside, this particular line of conversation has served another purpose. There's some truth to it, it seemed. The saying that absence made the heart grow fonder.
After all, all this needling and Stiles hasn't once threatened to cause him bodily harm or left? has to mean something. Call it overconfidence or arrogance, but Peter doubted he was reading too much into it. ]
Ah, but there's a human one. [ What with college bringing forth new people and new relationships and whatnot. Unless Stiles was still as unpopular as he was back in Beacon Hills High. Was he? Or was he seeing someone? Peter's smile kicked up another notch, voice smoothing down to a purr. ] Thank you, Stiles.
[ Satisfied?
He's startled once more, his hand inadvertently slipping halfway onto Stiles's before he readjusted it and pulled it back to his bit of the shopping cart handle. ] Lydia. Lydia Martin, I assume. Now there's a name I haven't heard in a while. I wasn't aware the two of you went the same way together.
[ Frankly, he rather liked Lydia, when everything was said and done. Peter also wasn't oblivious to the fact that given half a chance, she'd likely gut him in return for what he's done. Which only made it all the more satisfying to tip his head in acquiescence at Stiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling agreeably. ] You've stolen the very invitation I wanted to extend right out of my mouth.
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Never mind that being a werewolf gave him an advantage over his classmates anyway. But making judgmental comments about Stiles's dietary habit aside, this particular line of conversation has served another purpose. There's some truth to it, it seemed. The saying that absence made the heart grow fonder.
After all, all this needling and Stiles hasn't once threatened to cause him bodily harm or left? has to mean something. Call it overconfidence or arrogance, but Peter doubted he was reading too much into it. ]
Ah, but there's a human one. [ What with college bringing forth new people and new relationships and whatnot. Unless Stiles was still as unpopular as he was back in Beacon Hills High. Was he? Or was he seeing someone? Peter's smile kicked up another notch, voice smoothing down to a purr. ] Thank you, Stiles.
[ Satisfied?
He's startled once more, his hand inadvertently slipping halfway onto Stiles's before he readjusted it and pulled it back to his bit of the shopping cart handle. ] Lydia. Lydia Martin, I assume. Now there's a name I haven't heard in a while. I wasn't aware the two of you went the same way together.
[ Frankly, he rather liked Lydia, when everything was said and done. Peter also wasn't oblivious to the fact that given half a chance, she'd likely gut him in return for what he's done. Which only made it all the more satisfying to tip his head in acquiescence at Stiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling agreeably. ] You've stolen the very invitation I wanted to extend right out of my mouth.