[And yes, there is a slow smirk building because he definitely noticed the angry typing, the sharp lit up angles of a clearly angry human face and then, of course there was the jumping.]
And, your welcome, Princess. Let's go find your Knight. Unless you want to finish that. Looked...important.
[ stiles shoves his hands into his pockets, which means his phone disappears with them. he shrugs his shoulder, rolls his head a little as if to let out some tension built up in his neck. ]
Oh, no. It was just a scathing text about how much you suck, but look at that: you're here! No point in wasting the data when I can do it in person.
[ can we just go these woods suck. this whole thing sucks and scott sucks but like, a little bit less than everything else. ]
[ name one time anything good has happened in the woods.
anyway, stiles is mostly cooperating in that he's following, but grudgingly. guess who's looking forward to listening to theo use this whole rescue situation against him whenever it's convenient? not stiles, that's who.
except now he's suddenly trudging a little bit ahead because if he doesn't he's going to start slinging things at the back of theo's head. like... rocks, maybe. handfuls of leaves. a pine cone. forest things. ]
Holy God, yes— I woke up [ he holds his hands up, making air quotes even as he treks ahead, ] with my pants on. And my shirt and my socks and my shoes, can you please just shut up.
But he can reign it in a little. Besides...he's secretly happy to know that Stiles didn't somehow end up molested. He's also secretly counting limbs, fingers, various things to make sure everything is intact. ]
[ sorry, can't see it, too busy never looking at theo's stupid face ever again because it's stupid.
stiles shuts up for a little while - a miracle! -, more focused on not tripping over shit and landing on his face lest he give theo something else to hold over his head. he's worried about scott, honestly, even though scott's probably fine, but that weird look he gave stiles right before he blacked out makes him a little anxious. it was something like fear, something like shock and curiosity and scott's regular dumb face all mixed into one, and just thinking about the fact that scott isn't answering his texts or his calls makes him anxious, even though that's pretty par for the course when it comes to scott and telephones.
after a few solid minutes of mostly silence (save for a murmured swear under his breath when his foot slides on some leaves just once), he pauses long enough to glance over his shoulder and dig one of his hands out of his pockets, holding out by his side, palm up. ]
[ Surprisingly, Theo just slaps his phone into Stiles’ hand as he walks past him without a word. He figured Stiles probably didn’t have any battery, or reception, something and this was a Scott thing.
He was being helpful at least. Points? Maybe? Come on....
And after a few more minutes, they make it back out onto the road where he pulls his keys out of his pocket and unlocks the doors. ]
[ stiles is only somewhat surprised that there's no argument, the phone hitting his palm with a soft clap, but he wastes no time. honestly, his phone still has some charge left, and while he still has reception, there's... a reason for this. a shitty reason that he doesn't want to think about or admit.
scott has kind of been drifting away from stiles lately, or at least that's how it feels. drifting away from stiles and towards theo and stiles doesn't know how else to convince scott that something isn't right there. everything he says just sounds like paranoia or jealousy but stiles' gut has almost never led him wrong. he may not be able to explain why he feels uneasy about theo returning to beacon hills, just that— he does.
so he thought, maybe... scott might answer for theo, and the fact that he just gets his voicemail over and over is only a partial relief. because scott's still not answering, but at least it's not just because he doesn't want to talk to stiles.
stiles peers at theo across the windshield, standing across from him next to the passenger door. he says nothing at first, and then just shakes his head before yanking the door open and climbing into the car. ]
[ If that was the way it felt, then things were going the way Theo had....constructed, so to speak. Sometimes he had these moments where he wished he didn’t have to pretend. That he really did come back and genuinely did want to be friends again. But the longer he was there and the longer he had to play the game — Stiles would never let that happen.
Sometimes he wished things were different. That he was different. But nothing was ever that simple, was it. ]
He’s probably fine.
[ Climbing into the truck, he started it up and flipped a bitch to head back into town. Silence ensued again. ]
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[And yes, there is a slow smirk building because he definitely noticed the angry typing, the sharp lit up angles of a clearly angry human face and then, of course there was the jumping.]
And, your welcome, Princess. Let's go find your Knight. Unless you want to finish that. Looked...important.
typos galore in that last tag my b
Oh, no. It was just a scathing text about how much you suck, but look at that: you're here! No point in wasting the data when I can do it in person.
[ can we just go these woods suck. this whole thing sucks and scott sucks but like, a little bit less than everything else. ]
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[ The woods only suck if you're lost in them. So, yeah, it sucks for you, Stiles. Sorry.
Theo just sort of arches a brow and vaguely waves his hand to point Stiles in the right direction out before he turns back the way he came. ]
You never answered me before.
[ ...hes genuinely curious. ]
You did have pants on when you woke up with that guy, right?
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anyway, stiles is mostly cooperating in that he's following, but grudgingly. guess who's looking forward to listening to theo use this whole rescue situation against him whenever it's convenient? not stiles, that's who.
except now he's suddenly trudging a little bit ahead because if he doesn't he's going to start slinging things at the back of theo's head. like... rocks, maybe. handfuls of leaves. a pine cone. forest things. ]
Holy God, yes— I woke up [ he holds his hands up, making air quotes even as he treks ahead, ] with my pants on. And my shirt and my socks and my shoes, can you please just shut up.
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But he can reign it in a little. Besides...he's secretly happy to know that Stiles didn't somehow end up molested. He's also secretly counting limbs, fingers, various things to make sure everything is intact. ]
Good.
[ To the truck, Mr. Spazzy Woodland Man! ]
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stiles shuts up for a little while - a miracle! -, more focused on not tripping over shit and landing on his face lest he give theo something else to hold over his head. he's worried about scott, honestly, even though scott's probably fine, but that weird look he gave stiles right before he blacked out makes him a little anxious. it was something like fear, something like shock and curiosity and scott's regular dumb face all mixed into one, and just thinking about the fact that scott isn't answering his texts or his calls makes him anxious, even though that's pretty par for the course when it comes to scott and telephones.
after a few solid minutes of mostly silence (save for a murmured swear under his breath when his foot slides on some leaves just once), he pauses long enough to glance over his shoulder and dig one of his hands out of his pockets, holding out by his side, palm up. ]
Give me your phone.
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He was being helpful at least. Points? Maybe? Come on....
And after a few more minutes, they make it back out onto the road where he pulls his keys out of his pocket and unlocks the doors. ]
Still nothing?
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scott has kind of been drifting away from stiles lately, or at least that's how it feels. drifting away from stiles and towards theo and stiles doesn't know how else to convince scott that something isn't right there. everything he says just sounds like paranoia or jealousy but stiles' gut has almost never led him wrong. he may not be able to explain why he feels uneasy about theo returning to beacon hills, just that— he does.
so he thought, maybe... scott might answer for theo, and the fact that he just gets his voicemail over and over is only a partial relief. because scott's still not answering, but at least it's not just because he doesn't want to talk to stiles.
stiles peers at theo across the windshield, standing across from him next to the passenger door. he says nothing at first, and then just shakes his head before yanking the door open and climbing into the car. ]
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Sometimes he wished things were different. That he was different. But nothing was ever that simple, was it. ]
He’s probably fine.
[ Climbing into the truck, he started it up and flipped a bitch to head back into town. Silence ensued again. ]