[ stiles mulls this over as he shoulders his backpack. he does a customary check of his pockets to make sure he has everything - his wallet, which is more or less useless, his key, and his phone is still in his hands - shuts off the one light in the room, and locks up. he answers from the little common area outside of his apartment. ]
Telling me you're gonna make me wreck my body doesn't exactly sound fair. But considering I don't plan on losing? Deal. If you want to stand over me while I put your abs to shame, fine. Because that's only gonna happen in your dreams. I'm not telling you what happens when you lose, though.
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Telling me you're gonna make me wreck my body doesn't exactly sound fair.
But considering I don't plan on losing?
Deal. If you want to stand over me while I put your abs to shame, fine.
Because that's only gonna happen in your dreams.
I'm not telling you what happens when you lose, though.