[ if stiles were less irritated, he might see what derek's trying to for him here. he understands what derek's doing, he gets that he's trying to be encouraging and optimistic, that he's just trying to be helpful and maybe guide stiles toward a better mood - but it just frustrates him even more, and he doesn't know why.
the cat hops up onto a stool on the opposite side of the kitchen island, then hops up onto the counter. stiles glances up from his phone, his jaw tight, and instead of shooing her down because she's not supposed to be up there, he just slaps his hand down on the countertop, making a loud noise. it startles her, and she scurries, and stiles doesn't feel bad about it yet, but he will.
grinding his teeth lightly, stiles turns around - and he sits, right there on the kitchen floor, back leaned against the cabinets, knees pulled up, the backs of his wrists resting against them. he's got his phone in his hands, shoulders rounded. ]
Work there and do what? Sweep the floors after everyone's gone home? Clean out all the drip pans? Even if I didn't have to do a shitty job, what makes you think I qualify to work in a garage? What, are they going to call up the CEO of Duct Tape for a reference?
[ stiles knows his way around under the hood of a car just fine, he's just - being an asshole, mostly unintentionally. he's mad, and frustrated and annoyed, and he's taking it out on someone who doesn't deserve it. shame it'll take him a little bit longer to realize it. ]
You know how shitty that would be? We'd see each other more, but I'd have to act like your obedient little pet in front of everyone. Especially now, if I'm suddenly on a radar for citations. Yeah. Thanks but no thanks.
Nobody's going to pay me to play lacrosse. And they sure as shit aren't going to let a submissive coach an entire team. Not that I'd even want to But you know what? This place is great Nothing but good things to say about Duplicity.
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the cat hops up onto a stool on the opposite side of the kitchen island, then hops up onto the counter. stiles glances up from his phone, his jaw tight, and instead of shooing her down because she's not supposed to be up there, he just slaps his hand down on the countertop, making a loud noise. it startles her, and she scurries, and stiles doesn't feel bad about it yet, but he will.
grinding his teeth lightly, stiles turns around - and he sits, right there on the kitchen floor, back leaned against the cabinets, knees pulled up, the backs of his wrists resting against them. he's got his phone in his hands, shoulders rounded. ]
Work there and do what?
Sweep the floors after everyone's gone home?
Clean out all the drip pans?
Even if I didn't have to do a shitty job, what makes you think I qualify to work in a garage?
What, are they going to call up the CEO of Duct Tape for a reference?
[ stiles knows his way around under the hood of a car just fine, he's just - being an asshole, mostly unintentionally. he's mad, and frustrated and annoyed, and he's taking it out on someone who doesn't deserve it. shame it'll take him a little bit longer to realize it. ]
You know how shitty that would be?
We'd see each other more, but I'd have to act like your obedient little pet in front of everyone.
Especially now, if I'm suddenly on a radar for citations.
Yeah. Thanks but no thanks.
Nobody's going to pay me to play lacrosse.
And they sure as shit aren't going to let a submissive coach an entire team.
Not that I'd even want to
But you know what?
This place is great
Nothing but good things to say about Duplicity.