[Stiles pushes away from the bookcase, closing the distance between them in a few steps. As soon as he’s standing over Tyki Mikk, cigarette smoke wafting up into his face, the teen regrets the impromptu decision. There was a pretense of safety across the room. What the hell is he doing? But Stiles doesn’t attempt to correct his error; instead, he plants his feet with a confidence he doesn’t actually feel, arms once again crossing over his chest.
The lighting is low—intimate. Tyki Mikk might not even notice that his pet’s pupils are dilating, swallowed up by dark, dark brown.]
I’ve got a whole classification of freaks ready, Tyki Mikk. [A pause. Stiles blinks slowly, misliking the tone of his voice. The words had come off too…flirty.] What makes you think you should be anything special?
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[Stiles pushes away from the bookcase, closing the distance between them in a few steps. As soon as he’s standing over Tyki Mikk, cigarette smoke wafting up into his face, the teen regrets the impromptu decision. There was a pretense of safety across the room. What the hell is he doing? But Stiles doesn’t attempt to correct his error; instead, he plants his feet with a confidence he doesn’t actually feel, arms once again crossing over his chest.
The lighting is low—intimate. Tyki Mikk might not even notice that his pet’s pupils are dilating, swallowed up by dark, dark brown.]
I’ve got a whole classification of freaks ready, Tyki Mikk. [A pause. Stiles blinks slowly, misliking the tone of his voice. The words had come off too…flirty.] What makes you think you should be anything special?