[ she aims fingerguns at him — he grins, almost despite himself, because he's about 98% sure that's one of his best friends there and she's pretty great, okay.
evening shifts over to night, and there's no sign of either Gwen or Peter; not a surprise, that. he's reading, as is par for the course for him, a stack of books he's got from the locals sitting in the corner of their room, ready to provide him with a distraction every night he waits for his roommates to wander in.
this time, it's Gwen who is the first to arrive... and Stiles thinks of the post from before, eyes passing over her changed clothes to her backpack. is that where she carries around the suit? it must be. ]
Hey, Gwen, you found your way back. Cool boots. You're embracing the local fashion?
[ you could have just told me the truth, he wants to tell her, but he doesn't exactly want to jump right to something she likely won't even want to talk to him about. better stick with small talk first... and plan. planning is important. ]
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evening shifts over to night, and there's no sign of either Gwen or Peter; not a surprise, that. he's reading, as is par for the course for him, a stack of books he's got from the locals sitting in the corner of their room, ready to provide him with a distraction every night he waits for his roommates to wander in.
this time, it's Gwen who is the first to arrive... and Stiles thinks of the post from before, eyes passing over her changed clothes to her backpack. is that where she carries around the suit? it must be. ]
Hey, Gwen, you found your way back. Cool boots. You're embracing the local fashion?
[ you could have just told me the truth, he wants to tell her, but he doesn't exactly want to jump right to something she likely won't even want to talk to him about. better stick with small talk first... and plan. planning is important. ]