[My features contort, obvious disapproval settling in as you make a motion that looks a lot like… I don’t even want to think it to myself but… that God awful “𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴” thing Isaac has tried explaining to me ten times over.
Also… was that supposed to be >
[How does that saying go again? “You catch more flies with honey than vinegar”? Yeah, that’s something he’s slowly been embracing more and more over the years. Winking and offering her a lopsided grin, he points to her.]
[Did you just say--
I know I’ve really got you going if you’re willing to say 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 and it not come off coated in snark. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I’ve enjoyed this.]
Hm. You’re welcome.
[See, and Stiles is fine with that. He’s self-aware enough to know that his skills on the field leave a lot to be desired. He’s a benchwarmer. He’s accepted his fate.
… Wait. They talk about how much he sucks? Ouch. Doesn’t matter—time to play nice.]
Please and thank you.
Scott might be, but.
[I leave the thought dangling there. Your lacrosse skills (or lack thereof) are a popular topic amongst the betas of both packs.]
I’ll consider not showing him.
No. No, change is bad. We don’t want change. We like things staying the same as they are. Scott and I—we’re like an old married couple comfortable in a routine. We do 𝘯𝘰𝘵 need help spicing things up.
[I am, but… that doesn’t mean I have any intention of letting you know that.]
I was under the impression that you guys enjoy spending quality time together. This could help that.
[This is highly amusing to me, so instead of the frown you’re looking for, you end up getting the smallest hint of a rare smile. I say nothing to go along with it.]
Nnnnooo, but it wouldn’t actually surprise me if he’d want us to. Fortunately I don’t think Scott’s aware of any African American folk music, so we’re in the clear.
He’s my brother. [I state plainly, the look on my face not budging one single centimeter as my stance widens and my arms cross against my chest. So many people have been saying that lately.]
And it’s not your breathing that’s annoying me right now.
[This time.]
[And at that, he points.]
That! That right there. That murderous squinty thing you do whenever anyone so much as breathes funny.
You look a lot like Derek, by the way. It’s honestly pretty freaky.
No, you’re a werewolf which is… even more frightening. Wow, you really do this thing with your face that just—[he shivers, letting out an exaggerated 𝘣𝘳𝘳.]
Is that just a Hale thing, or…? How much of that is nature vs. nurture?