You would know. Being twelve. And being stupid. And twelve.
[ fucking checkmate. stiles calls him out on his tablemanners and he doesn't have a solid rebuttal to that, other than a hard sigh and a roll of his eyes, which won't really do anything over text. he realizes, suddenly, that he's smiling. first time he's smiled all week. ]
You're so annoying. I don't like you. I don't know how anyone could ever like you. Fine. There'll be minimal celery. Maybe. If I remember.
[ that should be enough - they've probably talked more than they needed to already. derek should just shut his phone off, let stiles get ready for rosalind. ... bbbut.
he... still misses him. ]
Can we keep talking until you're at Rosalind's? About. Anything. I don't care.
no subject
[ fucking checkmate. stiles calls him out on his tablemanners and he doesn't have a solid rebuttal to that, other than a hard sigh and a roll of his eyes, which won't really do anything over text. he realizes, suddenly, that he's smiling. first time he's smiled all week. ]
You're so annoying. I don't like you. I don't know how anyone could ever like you.
Fine. There'll be minimal celery. Maybe. If I remember.
[ that should be enough - they've probably talked more than they needed to already. derek should just shut his phone off, let stiles get ready for rosalind. ... bbbut.
he... still misses him. ]
Can we keep talking until you're at Rosalind's?
About. Anything. I don't care.