The shop was quant. Clean and well organized, it wasn’t a massive space but enough that on the floor above it was both the living room and kitchen of Stiles’ home. It was an old building, but Stiles kept it well taken care of since his purchase. The sigils and protective marks underneath the paint of the space probably helped though.
Stiles did his best to keep everything a practical witch could want stocked on the shelves; from non-native herbs he had to grow on the roof to books for the aspiring witch to start spell-keeping to crystals and candles and cauldrons. Stiles had it all, and a few more valuable items in the back or behind the counter doubling as a space for the register.
In the back is where he’s lurking when Johnny enters, where he does most of his custom spell and potion crafting. At the sound of the little bell on the door, the witch opens the back door just enough to poke his head out and see who it was- much to his delight. “One sec!” He calls out, quickly retreating again.
In the following moments he whirls around the room, grabbing a towel for his dirt covered hands and putting a cover over his current project, all the while his son ignores him in favor of the puzzle he was working on at his own little table. “Mateusz, come on,” he says with a nod of his head towards the door, bringing the boy from his own bubble of focus. “My friend is here, the one I told you about yesterday?” And that is all it takes for the boy’s face to light up and spring to his feet. He doesn’t wait for Stiles, instead bounding over to the door and running out himself, though his father was close behind, chuckling softly at the excitement.
As they step out into the shop, he greets Johnny with a grin as the child skids to a stop in front of him and holds his hand up to shake. Polite when he tries to be, at least, smiling up at him with a face like his father’s at his age. Matty had his mother’s ears and nose, and a bit more of her temperament, luckily, but otherwise he could pass for a clone. “Matty, this is Johnny, Johnny this is Matty.”
he’s preoccupied with looking around the space, taking in all the items for sale, fingers skimming over the shelves. he still wasn’t surprised that things like this were needed by people considering what he’d seen before just in beacon hills. but it was odd to see with his own eyes nonetheless.
he turns at stiles’ voice, smiling as he waits. his face breaks into a grin as he watches matty come bounding over. he chuckles softly as he reaches down to gently shake matty’s hand, arching an eyebrow. “ why hello matty. ” he looks up to stiles for a moment before focusing back on the child before him. “ has your dad ever told you that you look exactly like him when he was a child ? ” he pauses a moment before dropping his voice to a stage whisper. “ though you definitely have better hair. but shhh don’t tell him i told you. ”
he chuckles, crouching down to matty’s level. “ so how’s your day going kid ? what do you do whilst papa’s working ? ” he rests his forearms on his knees, giving his almost full attention to stiles’ kid, though he does arch an eyebrow and grin up to stiles.
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