quietly, PATIENTLY, he waits for the words to settle in. each
breath that passes through stiles' lips is followed by further
hike of his own brows toward the CROWN of his head,
expectant expression taking form. relief accompanies the
kind exposure of ivories as his friend realizes the truth behind
the policy, G L A D that he gets why it's not a good idea ( for
either of them ) for that whole stack to be scrawled upon in
THIN scrawl.
❝ lookin' out for more than just my
WRIST, stiles, trust me. ❞
though in reality, he's just really GOOD at hiding ( perhaps )
more selfish truths. if there's anything that steve despises, it's
the reinstatement of himself being UTILIZED for profitable
reasons. back in the day, it'd been for a good CAUSE, the
selling of bonds —————————— he'll admit that it was
IMPORTANT, but the purpose didn't do much to distract from
the general embarrassment or the knowledge that his full
potential wasn't being ACKNOWLEDGED.
taking up the four with little reluctance, he LISTENS for the
( unnecessary ) explanation, but he can't help but chuckle
yet again.
❝ darth vader, really ? that's... star wars,
right ? haven't had the chance to watch
that yet, but looks like things might be
finally calming down a bit, so maybe
soon. ❞
he uncaps the marker, dragging the felt tip across the page.
❝ but, uh ——— either jobs aren't a thing
anymore, or this mask is ridiculously
expensive. i'm gonna go with the
second option. ❞