@ChicShriek And suddenly Roscoe is sputtering to life, no struggle acquired. Stiles’s relief is palpable and channeled into an excited, impromptu concert, featuring the wheel and the palms of both hands.]
Heeey, okay—Houston, we have lift off!
@ChicShriek - barrier, guides her over to the passenger’s side door. Roscoe offers no resistance to being opened. In fact, the Jeep stands in prominent display as Stiles gestures at the interior with a wide sweep.]
Just get in the Jeep.
@ChicShriek - pretty much pointless, though, because the traitorous amused scoff he lets out gives him away.
So. Bridging the gap between them to curve around her, he proceeds to take hold of her upper arm and, making sure she isn’t given the opportunity to book it by using his body as a -
@ChicShriek Ha ha. [See this? This is his amused face.] You're gonna march your sweet, mopey tooshie right into this Jeep and let me buy you the greasiest burger this side of California has to offer, and you're gonna have fun doing it.
Dad helped you finish off the rest of the Toaster Strudels? No wonder he didn’t come barging into my room after you couldn’t get me up.
Okay, well. Looks like I have a quick run to make to the store. You don’t have any plans, do you?
Some alert on your phone kept popping up about eBay, but I didn’t know what that was. Other than that, all you missed was me and your dad eating the rest of the Toaster Strudels.
I’ll take a maybe.
[making a face, scrunched nose and all] That—sounds about right, from what I can remember. Wow. Guess I needed some sleep. Anything I missed besides fresh coffee?