↳ Post your character with name, series, and preferences as the subject header. ↳ Reply to other characters, using the RNG (1-7) to choose a bath type from the list below. ↳ Characters bathe. Or other things involving a bath. Anything goes! ↳ Sex and/or triggery material may pop up in threads. Please be conscientious toward your fellow roleplaying buddies!
1. Bubble Bath ;
Here, the characters are sharing a humongous bubble bath with all the froth they can handle. The scent is delicious, the water is warm—go on, enjoy yourselves!
2. Shower ;
Perhaps not as fun as a bubble bath, but hey, at least it's built to accommodate two. Don’t slip!
3. Hot Tub ;
A whirlpool of warmth and—mm. Don't mind me. I'll just be sinking in.
4. Hot Springs ;
An outdoors bath is good, too, right? Or maybe this is part of a hotel. Either way, it sure is steamy.
5. Decadent Bath ;
There could be bubbles here, or maybe just those wonderful smelling oils and salts. Aww, yeah. This bath probably cost a small fortune, so you should enjoy it while it lasts.
6. Lake ;
In case the hot springs weren't rugged enough for you, here's an actual lake, complete with waterfall for all your rinsing pleasures.
[OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD no stay cool Stiles stay cool
you've got this you're a boss you TOTALLY HAVE THIS SHIT UNDER CONTROL.
]
Uh.
[ No, we are experiencing a serious lack of "shit being under
control" but he's got this. He can do this. Stiles sucks a breath in,
cheeks puffing out as he holds it and lets it out between pursed lips. The
TV gets swapped over to the right channel, and his arm drapes hesitantly
over her shoulder, fingers curling in her overly large shirt. This is not
how he thought this would go at all, but it could have gone worse. ]
Dad's not gonna be home for a few hours if you wanna conk out for a while.
I can take you over to Derek's once everyone's had a chance to not freak.
[ The beating of his heart is sort of like a lullaby, rocking her to sleep nicely. She's too tired to argue with him about taking her to Derek's - she wants to go, she doesn't want Stiles to take her - so she gives him a little bit of a hum, before drifting off just a bit.
Given that she was just tortured for a few months straight, even falling to sleep just a bit hurts her, scares her, forces her into waking up. Her hands cling on to his shirt a bit when she starts stirring, sitting up with a frown. A hand rubs against her eyes. ]
Sleeping is a no-go. Your turn. [ She pats her shoulder. You know you wanna use it. ]
[ Stiles rubs his fingers over her shoulder lightly, stroking over
the thin tshirt material idly while the TV goes on in the background. He'd
be lying if he said he knew what was going on on the show, but it's not
bad, like this. She's warm and soft and smells nice, and Stiles is grateful
for a night with any one of them that doesn't end in screaming or trauma,
honestly.
By the time she's dozed off, he's halfway there, too, but the moment that
she jumps, jerks like that his arm goes tight around her and he's at
attention too. ]
[ Aw man, she feels bad for waking him up. Her head goes back on his shoulder, thinking that maybe if she was quick enough, he'd fall back asleep. That's all she wants right now, to be honest. She hates being a problem for him. ]
No - no. Just a bad dream. [ She sighs. She doesn't want to dump her issues on him - she's done enough of that already - she just wants to be able to sleep and laze about and do werewolf things like always. She wants to be "normal" - whatever that is now. ]
[ Stiles tips his head down, frowning at her. He might not be the
best at this, but even he knows that nightmares aren't fun. he's had to
deal with a million after some of the shit he's seen these last few months.
Shifting, Stiles leans back against the arm of the couch, and stretches
out, legs half on the coffee table, back braced by the arm, sleepy enough
not to care about this being horrifically awkward. Future Stiles can hate
past Stiles later, right now, he'll take advantage of the fact that they
can nap on the couch and his life isn't full of running and screaming and
dead people. This is okay. ]
C'mere.
[ Except he's like 90% more awake as soon as he says that, because
what the hell, past Stiles, what the hell were you thinking. He does
his best not to flap his hands like an awkward moron, and furrows his
eyebrows a moment. ]
You know um. It might not be a terrible idea to talk to someone. When this
is all over. And I mean a professional, paid someone, not like...Boyd,
'cause I mean I bet he's great, but-- yeah.
[ Well he's offering, so she's not going to turn him down. Erica goes back to her previous position, cheek pressed against his chest, arms wrapped around his middle. ]
Are you worried about me? How cute. [ She looks up - smiling at him from where she's placed on his chest. Still, she's genuine, happy he's worried - which sounds horrible, and that's why she keeps it to herself. She's happy he likes her enough to be worried. And she's content enough in being his friend, even though... she might, maybe, want more. But not really. That's dumb, isn't it? ]
I'll be fine. What would I tell them, anyway? [ She snorts. ] 'I'm a werewolf who gets tortured by other werewolves and werewolf hunters on a weekly basis'. I think they'd lock me up.
Hey, I am not cute, okay. Puppies are cute. And kittens, and like-- I
dunno, fat, drooling babies, I guess, if you're into that. I am the epitome
of manliness and composure and cool.
[ Yes, really. Stiles settles the blanket and everything else in
around them, and tips his head back, staring at the ceiling. How did they
get unlucky enough to have to deal with this kind of thing? They're
teenagers- they shouldn't have to worry about torture and werewolves and--
ugh. ]
You've been through some heavy shit, Erica. Just leave out the...y'know,
supernatural stuff.
I think you're cute. [ Wiiiiink. She's happy the transformation has let her feel okay in saying things like that. ]
Y'know, my life wasn't exactly a walk in the park before the werewolf-ism and all. [ She's not looking for a pity-party though - she's a different person from who she was then. Weak, dependent. Now she takes pride is being a self-supporting individual, even if... the last half and hour can't really attest to that. Ah well. There's a difference between being weak and being broken. ]
I made it through that, I'll make it through this. [ An elegant hand wave, before she moves to hold him again. ] Maybe you'd want to see some professional.
[ Stiles squints down at her, and if his cheeks are a little red, a
little hot, it's totally because his dad's blanket is thick fleece and not
because he's blushing, because no, that's not a valid reaction to this, not
at all. ]
You will. We'll all get through this.
[ he forces that surety into his voice, nodding like it'll make it
more likely if he says it firmly enough. ]
[ She doesn't believe him - things have to get worse before they get better and all - but she doesn't mention it because pessimism isn't exactly her forte. Not tasteful pessimism at least. Most of them probably aren't going to get through this, and that's a fact they both know. There's no reason to comment on it.
She snuggles a bit into him, close enough so her eyelashes brush his neck when she blinks. Which isn't frequent, because her eyes are closed. ]
What? No, why would you ask that? It's totally not like we've got a bunch
of crazy alphas who may or may not want to shank Derek - which, okay, I
mean, admittedly the guy kind of deserves it sometimes, but still.
Why would I ever be worried?
[ Spoilers: he's scared shitless sometimes and seeing how Erica and
Boyd had turned out wasn't exactly giving him those needed warm, fuzzy
feelings like, yeah, it's gonna be okay. ]
The defensive sarcasm speaks volumes. [ She smiles to herself, pulling back a bit from his neck. His scent's a little too overpowering if she gets too close. ]
I'm just saying. This whole battle is getting deeper and deeper - it's going to be hard for us all to make it out unhurt. [ By which she means that she thinks Scott is going to get himself in trouble - not only does he have a weird hero/'help everyone' complex, but he's got Allison to think about. Physically he might be strong, but mentally he's not all there. No one else in the pack has those sort of distractions - no one's nearly as human as his is. ]
I'm not trying to make you upset. Just - [ She sucks in some breath. ] - take care of people close to you. That's it.
Hey, I could write a novel on how defensive sarcasm is like 45% more
effective than wolfing out, okay. A novel.
[ He doesn't have much in the way of defense, so he'll take what he
can get and be grateful for it, honestly. Sure, he's got Scott who'd have
a fit if anything happened to him, but fits don't do much good when you're
dead, now do they. Still, what she says makes him pause, shifting into the
couch a little, his foot bouncing anxiously. ]
I know. I mean- you know it's like being a babysitter, right? Like instead
of herding cats, it's herding wolves, and instead of cutsey fat little
kitty faces, you guys have the whole claws and teeth and sulky
faces. It's not fair.
[ She pulls away from his chest then, since it seems like they're going to have a Serious Talk, but she still hovers closer than... well, than what's comfortable. ]
It's not much fun out there, either. Even less fun for Scott. [ Because he has people who will miss him when he's gone. Erica, Issac, Boyd, and Derek? They don't have much of anyone, aside from each other. No one would be upset if one of them died. ] There's always a risk involved, right? You save the girl, but you loose an arm and your balls in the process.
[ She shrugs, balling fists around Stiles' shirt. ]
Anyway - don't complain about being human. It's way better than wolfism - in some ways. Lots of ways, actually.
[ But she doesn't regret it - even after the beat downs and the poisonings and all. ]
[ No, no no no, he was doing so goddamn well at not thinking about
this. Stiles sucks a breath in and holds it, willing his stomach to stop
flipping because that burger was awesome and he's not a little wuss who
gets sick at bodies, okay, he's got this. Even if they're bodies he knows.
It takes a moment, but he settles back into the couch and forces some kind
of smile onto his face, even if it falls a moment later. ]
No, I'm-- you know, I'm good with being human. I like being human.
[ Eyebrows knot together when he says that, and Erica pulls back so she can view his facial expression. He's hurt. Why is he hurt? They saved Erica and Boyd, right? What went wrong?
She's not exactly brilliant at being the cheerleader either, but she can give it a go. She searches for words for a minute, coming up blank with ideas she has about what happened. Someone got hurt, or someone died. Someone important to him, but she doesn't know who. ]
What's with the cryptic lingo? [ A hand goes to hold his - it's pretty awkward, and Erica doesn't know what she's doing, but she thinks she's helping? ] What happened?
[ NOPE, nope, he's good why are you looking at him? Look, he's totally good, he's golden, everything is awesome. Stiles shakes his head, and squeezes her shoulder, friendly. ]
No, I mean, it's not like I was all Prince Charming, riding to the rescue, right?
...Maybe we should get Derek a horse, maybe that'll make him less of a jerk when he pulls the whole rescue people thing.
[ And look, he's learned that if he just doesn't lie, he omits, he gets away with a lot more with Scott, LET'S SEE IF IT WORKS HERE TOO. ]
Uh huh, right. And why would you want to be mine, Cora, and Boyd's Prince Charming?
[ She rolls her eyes. Fine, don't tell her, see if she cares. Thing is, she does care and she wishes he could trust her, but doesn't blame him in not doing so. She did hit him with part of his car before, so. Maybe not the best basis of a friendship. ]
I won't push you, but don't say I didn't worry over you. [ She sits back on the sofa, hand still on top his... nah, not taking it off. She's content there, fight her. ]
[ Stiles lifts his hand from her shoulder to tug the blankets in and down, flipping them a little so they cover his knees. ]
...You what? [ No, okay, he kind of understood that, but it's a little different hearing it, and realizing that as far as he can tell, she....means it. Stiles squints at her, and her hand, and then back at her. ] I mean I get we're not like, bosom buddies or anything, but uh-- I'm pretty sure that no matter how good my burgers are they aren't enough to change your mind.
[ NEVERMIND that it's not really ever been that clear how Erica's felt past the crush she'd mentioned, past HITTING HIM WITH PART OF HIS CAR, this is a fucking party foul okay. ]
[ Right then. Taking her hand back and picking at the shirt she's wearing, because now she just feels stupid. ]
I don't get you. Who's changing anyone's mind?
[ She's never disliked him - far from it and, if anything, she's always liked him. Even now. Even right now in this weird, awkward moment. BUT PLATONICALLY maybe, who knows? Erica doesn't even know her emotions towards him. He just makes her... happy. And kind of weird and fuzzy inside and ugh, she doesn't have time for all these feelings. He's not interested, get over it, etc. etc. etc.. She's been telling herself the same thing for the past year so much, it doesn't even hurt anymore. ]
God this is getting awkward and he's way more awake now that he's not just sitting on the couch enjoying space, but actually forced to think. This is Not As Planned. ]
I uh. I guess indifference'd be the best word. I mean don't get me wrong, I remember what you...said, but then you and Boyd left and --
[ He flaps his hands in the air like that'll somehow explain. ]
[ She makes a sound like she's choking on air when he says "indifference". Right, he's dumb. Really dumb. Because Erica snuggles up and holds hands with a showers with and talks about Batman with people she's indifferent to. Lord, the eyeroll she gives could probably kill a person.
Of course, she does portray herself as a tease so... well, maybe he just fell for it. Fantastic. ]
You really don't think positively of me, do you? [ She sucks in a breath of air, knees coming up to her chest where she hugs them tightly. She'd really like this conversation to end before she says something she regrets. ] I don't feel indifferent towards you.
[ That's as much as she's saying, thank you. ]
CRIES INTO HANDS no guys go back to awkward cuddling
[ HE RESENTS THAT okay you hit him with a car and tossed him in a garbage can he has a lot of confused feelings ok. ]
Um. I don't think of you negatively? I don't--
[ Oh man no, no, see, he knows better, now. He's not the best with girls but he knows better than to open his mouth any wider and jam both feet in. Stiles snaps his mouth shut with a click of his teeth and laughs awkwardly. ]
"Not negatively". You sure know how to make a girl feel good about herself, Stiles. [ Seriously. Why does she have a crush on you? Or did - or, whatever.
She really feels like she doesn't deserve this right now - not after going to hell and back, now she has to talk about awkward emotions. With Stiles. Who's getting more infuriating than adorable right now. Everything was going to nicely like three minutes ago, and her heart was so happy and she was singing little love songs in her head, why do things happen. ]
Right. Feeling a little indifferent towards you now.
[ It's not honest - she's saying it to scold him. She still likes him. Lots and lots and that's the worst feeling in the world right now. ]
[ Except there's no humor in his voice, just discomfort as he squirms in his seat and tries to recover. This is the worst super power ever, the power to make girls awkward around him. ]
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[OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD no stay cool Stiles stay cool you've got this you're a boss you TOTALLY HAVE THIS SHIT UNDER CONTROL. ]
Uh.
[ No, we are experiencing a serious lack of "shit being under control" but he's got this. He can do this. Stiles sucks a breath in, cheeks puffing out as he holds it and lets it out between pursed lips. The TV gets swapped over to the right channel, and his arm drapes hesitantly over her shoulder, fingers curling in her overly large shirt. This is not how he thought this would go at all, but it could have gone worse. ]
Dad's not gonna be home for a few hours if you wanna conk out for a while. I can take you over to Derek's once everyone's had a chance to not freak.
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Given that she was just tortured for a few months straight, even falling to sleep just a bit hurts her, scares her, forces her into waking up. Her hands cling on to his shirt a bit when she starts stirring, sitting up with a frown. A hand rubs against her eyes. ]
Sleeping is a no-go. Your turn. [ She pats her shoulder. You know you wanna use it. ]
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[ Stiles rubs his fingers over her shoulder lightly, stroking over the thin tshirt material idly while the TV goes on in the background. He'd be lying if he said he knew what was going on on the show, but it's not bad, like this. She's warm and soft and smells nice, and Stiles is grateful for a night with any one of them that doesn't end in screaming or trauma, honestly.
By the time she's dozed off, he's halfway there, too, but the moment that she jumps, jerks like that his arm goes tight around her and he's at attention too. ]
What? Did you hear something?
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No - no. Just a bad dream. [ She sighs. She doesn't want to dump her issues on him - she's done enough of that already - she just wants to be able to sleep and laze about and do werewolf things like always. She wants to be "normal" - whatever that is now. ]
Go back to sleep.
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[ Stiles tips his head down, frowning at her. He might not be the best at this, but even he knows that nightmares aren't fun. he's had to deal with a million after some of the shit he's seen these last few months.
Shifting, Stiles leans back against the arm of the couch, and stretches out, legs half on the coffee table, back braced by the arm, sleepy enough not to care about this being horrifically awkward. Future Stiles can hate past Stiles later, right now, he'll take advantage of the fact that they can nap on the couch and his life isn't full of running and screaming and dead people. This is okay. ]
C'mere.
[ Except he's like 90% more awake as soon as he says that, because what the hell, past Stiles, what the hell were you thinking. He does his best not to flap his hands like an awkward moron, and furrows his eyebrows a moment. ]
You know um. It might not be a terrible idea to talk to someone. When this is all over. And I mean a professional, paid someone, not like...Boyd, 'cause I mean I bet he's great, but-- yeah.
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Are you worried about me? How cute. [ She looks up - smiling at him from where she's placed on his chest. Still, she's genuine, happy he's worried - which sounds horrible, and that's why she keeps it to herself. She's happy he likes her enough to be worried. And she's content enough in being his friend, even though... she might, maybe, want more. But not really. That's dumb, isn't it? ]
I'll be fine. What would I tell them, anyway? [ She snorts. ] 'I'm a werewolf who gets tortured by other werewolves and werewolf hunters on a weekly basis'. I think they'd lock me up.
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Hey, I am not cute, okay. Puppies are cute. And kittens, and like-- I dunno, fat, drooling babies, I guess, if you're into that. I am the epitome of manliness and composure and cool.
[ Yes, really. Stiles settles the blanket and everything else in around them, and tips his head back, staring at the ceiling. How did they get unlucky enough to have to deal with this kind of thing? They're teenagers- they shouldn't have to worry about torture and werewolves and-- ugh. ]
You've been through some heavy shit, Erica. Just leave out the...y'know, supernatural stuff.
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Y'know, my life wasn't exactly a walk in the park before the werewolf-ism and all. [ She's not looking for a pity-party though - she's a different person from who she was then. Weak, dependent. Now she takes pride is being a self-supporting individual, even if... the last half and hour can't really attest to that. Ah well. There's a difference between being weak and being broken. ]
I made it through that, I'll make it through this. [ An elegant hand wave, before she moves to hold him again. ] Maybe you'd want to see some professional.
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Biased.
[ Stiles squints down at her, and if his cheeks are a little red, a little hot, it's totally because his dad's blanket is thick fleece and not because he's blushing, because no, that's not a valid reaction to this, not at all. ]
You will. We'll all get through this.
[ he forces that surety into his voice, nodding like it'll make it more likely if he says it firmly enough. ]
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She snuggles a bit into him, close enough so her eyelashes brush his neck when she blinks. Which isn't frequent, because her eyes are closed. ]
Are you worried about the others?
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What? No, why would you ask that? It's totally not like we've got a bunch of crazy alphas who may or may not want to shank Derek - which, okay, I mean, admittedly the guy kind of deserves it sometimes, but still. Why would I ever be worried?
[ Spoilers: he's scared shitless sometimes and seeing how Erica and Boyd had turned out wasn't exactly giving him those needed warm, fuzzy feelings like, yeah, it's gonna be okay. ]
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I'm just saying. This whole battle is getting deeper and deeper - it's going to be hard for us all to make it out unhurt. [ By which she means that she thinks Scott is going to get himself in trouble - not only does he have a weird hero/'help everyone' complex, but he's got Allison to think about. Physically he might be strong, but mentally he's not all there. No one else in the pack has those sort of distractions - no one's nearly as human as his is. ]
I'm not trying to make you upset. Just - [ She sucks in some breath. ] - take care of people close to you. That's it.
[ She didn't - see where that got her? ]
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Hey, I could write a novel on how defensive sarcasm is like 45% more effective than wolfing out, okay. A novel.
[ He doesn't have much in the way of defense, so he'll take what he can get and be grateful for it, honestly. Sure, he's got Scott who'd have a fit if anything happened to him, but fits don't do much good when you're dead, now do they. Still, what she says makes him pause, shifting into the couch a little, his foot bouncing anxiously. ]
I know. I mean- you know it's like being a babysitter, right? Like instead of herding cats, it's herding wolves, and instead of cutsey fat little kitty faces, you guys have the whole claws and teeth and sulky faces. It's not fair.
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It's not much fun out there, either. Even less fun for Scott. [ Because he has people who will miss him when he's gone. Erica, Issac, Boyd, and Derek? They don't have much of anyone, aside from each other. No one would be upset if one of them died. ] There's always a risk involved, right? You save the girl, but you loose an arm and your balls in the process.
[ She shrugs, balling fists around Stiles' shirt. ]
Anyway - don't complain about being human. It's way better than wolfism - in some ways. Lots of ways, actually.
[ But she doesn't regret it - even after the beat downs and the poisonings and all. ]
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Unless you don't save the girl.
[ No, no no no, he was doing so goddamn well at not thinking about this. Stiles sucks a breath in and holds it, willing his stomach to stop flipping because that burger was awesome and he's not a little wuss who gets sick at bodies, okay, he's got this. Even if they're bodies he knows.
It takes a moment, but he settles back into the couch and forces some kind of smile onto his face, even if it falls a moment later. ]
No, I'm-- you know, I'm good with being human. I like being human.
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She's not exactly brilliant at being the cheerleader either, but she can give it a go. She searches for words for a minute, coming up blank with ideas she has about what happened. Someone got hurt, or someone died. Someone important to him, but she doesn't know who. ]
What's with the cryptic lingo? [ A hand goes to hold his - it's pretty awkward, and Erica doesn't know what she's doing, but she thinks she's helping? ] What happened?
SHH ERICA DON'T ASK QUESTIONS
No, I mean, it's not like I was all Prince Charming, riding to the rescue, right?
...Maybe we should get Derek a horse, maybe that'll make him less of a jerk when he pulls the whole rescue people thing.
[ And look, he's learned that if he just doesn't lie, he omits, he gets away with a lot more with Scott, LET'S SEE IF IT WORKS HERE TOO. ]
HOW RUDE
Uh huh, right. And why would you want to be mine, Cora, and Boyd's Prince Charming?
[ She rolls her eyes. Fine, don't tell her, see if she cares. Thing is, she does care and she wishes he could trust her, but doesn't blame him in not doing so. She did hit him with part of his car before, so. Maybe not the best basis of a friendship. ]
I won't push you, but don't say I didn't worry over you. [ She sits back on the sofa, hand still on top his... nah, not taking it off. She's content there, fight her. ]
itp stiles makes things awkward v. fast
[ Stiles lifts his hand from her shoulder to tug the blankets in and down, flipping them a little so they cover his knees. ]
...You what? [ No, okay, he kind of understood that, but it's a little different hearing it, and realizing that as far as he can tell, she....means it. Stiles squints at her, and her hand, and then back at her. ] I mean I get we're not like, bosom buddies or anything, but uh-- I'm pretty sure that no matter how good my burgers are they aren't enough to change your mind.
[ NEVERMIND that it's not really ever been that clear how Erica's felt past the crush she'd mentioned, past HITTING HIM WITH PART OF HIS CAR, this is a fucking party foul okay. ]
how ic huffs loudly
I don't get you. Who's changing anyone's mind?
[ She's never disliked him - far from it and, if anything, she's always liked him. Even now. Even right now in this weird, awkward moment. BUT PLATONICALLY maybe, who knows? Erica doesn't even know her emotions towards him. He just makes her... happy. And kind of weird and fuzzy inside and ugh, she doesn't have time for all these feelings. He's not interested, get over it, etc. etc. etc.. She's been telling herself the same thing for the past year so much, it doesn't even hurt anymore. ]
Do you think I hate you?
AND THEY WERE DOING SO WELL.
[ He doesn't know???
?????????????????????????????????????????????
God this is getting awkward and he's way more awake now that he's not just sitting on the couch enjoying space, but actually forced to think. This is Not As Planned. ]
I uh. I guess indifference'd be the best word. I mean don't get me wrong, I remember what you...said, but then you and Boyd left and --
[ He flaps his hands in the air like that'll somehow explain. ]
i blame stiles 10000%!!! ;;
Of course, she does portray herself as a tease so... well, maybe he just fell for it. Fantastic. ]
You really don't think positively of me, do you? [ She sucks in a breath of air, knees coming up to her chest where she hugs them tightly. She'd really like this conversation to end before she says something she regrets. ] I don't feel indifferent towards you.
[ That's as much as she's saying, thank you. ]
CRIES INTO HANDS no guys go back to awkward cuddling
Um. I don't think of you negatively? I don't--
[ Oh man no, no, see, he knows better, now. He's not the best with girls but he knows better than to open his mouth any wider and jam both feet in. Stiles snaps his mouth shut with a click of his teeth and laughs awkwardly. ]
erica uses GUILT THE JERK
She really feels like she doesn't deserve this right now - not after going to hell and back, now she has to talk about awkward emotions. With Stiles. Who's getting more infuriating than adorable right now. Everything was going to nicely like three minutes ago, and her heart was so happy and she was singing little love songs in her head, why do things happen. ]
Right. Feeling a little indifferent towards you now.
[ It's not honest - she's saying it to scold him. She still likes him. Lots and lots and that's the worst feeling in the world right now. ]
IT'S SUPER EFFECTIVE.
[ Except there's no humor in his voice, just discomfort as he squirms in his seat and tries to recover. This is the worst super power ever, the power to make girls awkward around him. ]
I'm sorry, I wasn't-- trying to-- uh.
:') but also :'(
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GOOD MORNING we have clients on site so i will be slow sobs
THAT'S OKAY i was poo at tagging yesterday sob
s'all good :)