Can't imagine why. [ He flashes him a sarcastic smile.
Backing up to the lift, he jabs the button - Stiles looks as if a few flights of stairs might kill him. ] Drop the Mr part? I'll accept that. Get in here and I'll show you.
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i know, he could have a crush on derek ... oh wait
You usually get guys inviting you into small spaces wanting to show you something? [ He's on the verge of laughing as the doors slide open and he steps out. ] Does the need to kill boredom count?
Yeah, I mean there was a cupboard and a lot of blood but I think it helped me grow as a person. [ A bright, goofy smile because he's got to make light of the situation. Especially as he and Derek have gotten over the dismemberment.
Nodding. ] Sure. I mean I could do without listening to the ticking for a while.
You didn't hang out with Tasha, did you? 'Cause I probably should've warned you about that. [ He's curious, but not asking, leaving it open if he wants to expand on it. ]
Yeah, I'm not exactly a fan. [ Stepping into the apartment, the TV on with a Playstation hooked up to it and game boxes littered on the floor. ]
No, I probably would've swallowed my tongue. [ A pause. He's not sure if you guys are in some sort of open and sexy relationship, so he has to apologise. ] I mean, because she is a scary lady and not because she is very sexy. Not that she isn't sexy and --.
No, she's incredibly sexy. [ He shrugs, because, well, it's hard to miss. ] Scary, but sexy. It's like her warning label. Just, you know, don't say it to her face. [ But he's going to make things worse by wriggling implicating eyebrows at him. ] Want me to put in a good word?
[ Grinning, Clint kicks the door shut, Fury rushing out to greet Stiles while he grabs some cold drinks. ]
No. Oh my god. [ Yes. No. Yes. No. ] I gave my heart to a girl like that in third grade, and look - [ Rolling up his sleeve to show Clint a scar on his elbow. ] Her Barbie.
[ Lifting Fury up so he can lick Stiles face while the boy himself ends up on the floor cross-legged. ] And I missed you Mr. Furious.
She did voodoo on you? [ Examining the scar as he hands over a can of coke. ] What a bitch.
[ Throwing some cushions onto the floor, he joins him down there, legs out in front of him and resting back on his hands, watching the two of them with a stupid smile on his face. ]
You're lucky to survive. Those heels are something else. Bet you never stole her crayons again did you?
[ Lazily stretching forward, scooping a handful up. ] Guitar Hero, Lego Batman, Resident Evil. [ Dragging some more closer with a socked foot. ] Anything hitting the spot?
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You're one worrying kid.
he's allowed to find people attractive, he is questioning his sexuality.
[ And he's kind of tinged pink around the edges which means he pretty much ran here. ] So, what's the emergency Mr. Awesome Sniper Man?
crushing on Clint's not the worst he could do O:)
Backing up to the lift, he jabs the button - Stiles looks as if a few flights of stairs might kill him. ] Drop the Mr part? I'll accept that. Get in here and I'll show you.
i know, he could have a crush on derek ... oh wait
[ Concerned, oh so concerned. ]
he's got a thing for bad boys, oh Stiles
What'm I gonna show you in here?
he's weak, his dad would be so sad.
Um. Don't ask. [ Getting in. ] So there's no emergency, right?
what he doesn't know is probably for the best
You usually get guys inviting you into small spaces wanting to show you something? [ He's on the verge of laughing as the doors slide open and he steps out. ] Does the need to kill boredom count?
poor papa stilinski
Nodding. ] Sure. I mean I could do without listening to the ticking for a while.
he'd only worry ;;
Yeah, I'm not exactly a fan. [ Stepping into the apartment, the TV on with a Playstation hooked up to it and game boxes littered on the floor. ]
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[ Oh wait, playstation. ] Oh awesome.
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[ Grinning, Clint kicks the door shut, Fury rushing out to greet Stiles while he grabs some cold drinks. ]
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[ Lifting Fury up so he can lick Stiles face while the boy himself ends up on the floor cross-legged. ] And I missed you Mr. Furious.
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[ Throwing some cushions onto the floor, he joins him down there, legs out in front of him and resting back on his hands, watching the two of them with a stupid smile on his face. ]
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[ Stroking Fury's ears because he can. ] So what games have you got?
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[ Lazily stretching forward, scooping a handful up. ] Guitar Hero, Lego Batman, Resident Evil. [ Dragging some more closer with a socked foot. ] Anything hitting the spot?
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