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“Care to explain why there is a big scratch on my car, Stiles?”
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@notrobin-stilinski
“Care to explain why there is a big scratch on my car, Stiles?”
See For Yourself || Stiles & Lydia
"I wouldn't throw up in it, you idiot," Lydia said, giving Stiles a condescending look as she already moved over to see what he was fussing about. He'd made it seem so awful in just a few sentences, and as the saying went - 'a picture's worth a thousand words'.
Oh... It wasn't exactly pleasant, you know, but it certainly could have been worse. Maybe. "Huh," she kept her eyes glued to Stiles' wound, unable to tear her eyes away however much she wanted, not until she'd gotten a good look at it. It was one of those things where, if you've already seen that much you might as well not half-ass it. After a few seconds too many, she averted her eyes and stuffed her hand into the bottom of her purse, immediately grasping at the small box of pills - she had half a box left, seeing as they'd given her much more than she'd really needed, just in case. People did tend to underestimate what Lydia could handle. Holding the box out to him, she spoke up again. "Here, you can take the rest."
An Invitation || Stiles & Lydia
Lydia knew something interesting was going to happen the moment Stiles had invited her to his hotel room, immediately after asking what she knew about magic. She just hoped that he wouldn't do something to get one of them killed - particularly herself. She had only just settled into her own hotel room, barely even managing to unpack her bag of accessories. Nonetheless, she was navigating her way through the halls to Stiles' room, until she finally came upon his door.
Before she lifted her fist to knock on the door, she habitually fixed her hair, straightened out her clothes and adjusted her posture. Knocking only three times, she waited with a hand on her hip for him to let her in. If she was going to spend her time doing nerdy things with Stiles, he had at least better not make her wait.