I hope you’ve all had a fantastic year! Cheers to a new one.
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“Stiles.”
“…”
“Stiles.”
Stiles blinked his little pixelated eyes. “I can neither confirm nor deny the fact that we are in a video game.”
The wolf, with what he believed to be an overly exaggerated head and far too poofy of a tail, growled threateningly. “Stiles I will-“
“Bite my head off with your comically sized head, yes I understand. Let me figure this out… there must be some sort of…” Stiles was pacing about the screen, moving each limb slowly and robotically. “Oh here it is.”
“What are you looking for Stiles?” Derek’s jaw, with large rows of teeth, opened and closed in the same computer animated fashion as Stiles.
“I am a professional at video games, Derek. That should not come to a surprise to you and I… oh… um…”
“What?”
“I found the objective of the game…"
The glowing, red eyes narrowed suspiciously, “What is it?”
Stiles pursed his lips together, trying to hide the smile and bite back the laugh in his throat, “To defeat the Big Bad Wolf.”
omg arra r u ok
I’m faulting both Torah AND Arra for this, because of this adorable that happened across my dash.
Y’all have only yourselves to blame. Also I’m exhausted. So there’s that.
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“Are those-” Stiles reached out with a hesitant finger toward Derek’s mouth. Derek resisted the urge to snap at it. Like it would solve anything anyway. “Are those supposed to be fangs?”
Derek growled. Once again, Stiles was getting on his nerves, and in less time than it took to get Scott to gush TMI about Isaac and/or Allison in any random conversation. The dude had a gift for testing Derek’s patience.
"Yeah,” he narrowed his eyes, wondering what Stiles’ endgame was, “Why?”
“They’re so… cute and tiny,” Stiles shrugged finally, and Derek let the corner of his lip curl back into a low, threatening snarl. Cute and tiny my furry ass, he thought to himself.
