𝑳𝒚𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏

*＊✿❀ I will 𝒏𝒐𝒕 fall prey to society's desire to turn girls into emotional, insecure neurotics who pull up their dresses at the first flattering remark. ❀✿＊*

[𝑳𝒚𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏 @ChicShriek]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ❛wнaт тнe нell ιѕ a ѕтιℓєѕ?❜

𝙻𝚈𝙳𝙸𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙸𝙽

Species: 𝙱𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙴
Hair Color: 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚆𝙱𝙴𝚁𝚁𝚈 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙴
Eye Color: 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙽
IQ Score: 170
Languages: 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝚈

❀ ꪖ ꪜɛιꪶ σƒ ꪜɛʀડꪖ ❀

[𝑳𝒚𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏 @ChicShriek]

@STRINGTHEORlES < we’re going by the codified laws of Beacon Hills for this excursion, I think I remember reading in my Torts class that a milkshake mandate was added to the burger statute you tossed out.

[𝑳𝒚𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏 @ChicShriek]

@STRINGTHEORlES < now.]

Hm. A lucky break.

[Lydia’s pleased smile is on full display as she leans back into her seat more, accepting defeat that honestly feels more like victory.]

If we’re getting burgers, does that also mean we can get milkshakes? Since >

[𝑳𝒚𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏 @ChicShriek]

@STRINGTHEORlES < from the holder once he joins her. There’s a fast food logo on the front of it and a judgmental look on her face.] You do realize that you’re probably at risk of turning into a curly fry at this point, don’t you? Maybe we should go out for salads instead.

[𝑳𝒚𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏 @ChicShriek]

@STRINGTHEORlES < she enjoys it when he tries bossing her around. It’s fun.

Stepping inside, she gets situated, palms sliding across a checkered skirt to smooth it out before she glances around the interior, taking it in. Is that—?]

Stiles. [She’s reaching forward, plucking a cardboard cup >

[𝑳𝒚𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏 @ChicShriek]

@STRINGTHEORlES [See this? This is her surprised-slash-impressed face—one complete with a smile itching to flourish on crimson lips.] Fine—but on 𝘰𝘯𝘦 condition.

[Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she steps closer.] If Roscoe doesn’t start on the first try? No deal.