Yes, there will be much more sorry in the morning. Probably sooner.
[Stiles stretches his legs out in front of him, glancing at Scott sideways and noticing the tiny brow crease. As if sensing Scott's uncertainty, his eyes widen comically and he holds up his hands, rising to his feet and turning to face his best friend, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process.]
Dude. It wasn't like that. I wouldn't do that to you, even if you guys aren't... you know, like together here and now. That is -- that is like the number one rule of Bro Code. You do not make the moves on your friend's girl. Ex-girl. Girl back home. Whatever. I'm not Isaac. [He waves a hand around.] It was strictly an experiment in seeing if her metabolism was like yours. Like a werewolf's.
[He exhales.]
Also Jackson is here and that...that sincerely sucks. [He drops down onto Scott's desk chair, slouching in it and looking forlorn.]
[Spam]
[Stiles stretches his legs out in front of him, glancing at Scott sideways and noticing the tiny brow crease. As if sensing Scott's uncertainty, his eyes widen comically and he holds up his hands, rising to his feet and turning to face his best friend, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process.]
Dude. It wasn't like that. I wouldn't do that to you, even if you guys aren't... you know, like together here and now. That is -- that is like the number one rule of Bro Code. You do not make the moves on your friend's girl. Ex-girl. Girl back home. Whatever. I'm not Isaac. [He waves a hand around.] It was strictly an experiment in seeing if her metabolism was like yours. Like a werewolf's.
[He exhales.]
Also Jackson is here and that...that sincerely sucks. [He drops down onto Scott's desk chair, slouching in it and looking forlorn.]