You literally have better eyes than me. Like semi-scientifically, your eyesight is better. Biologically, that's the word I wanted. Biologically, your eyes are better.
[ stiles checks the time on his phone, realizes it's approaching the time he was told to come back to the jewelers, so he bids his cat-friend adieu outside of submissive housing and starts to trek his way back to the shop.
the cat follows, trilling quietly behind him. stiles stops, turns around completely. shoos it away with a flap of his hand and a half-hearted come on, dude, i'll come back in a day or two. but the cat just bumps up against his leg and then stretched its front paws out, back arched. stiles turns and keeps walking, the cat keeps following, stiles shoos it again, repeats the process twice more by the time his phone buzzes again with another message from derek. stiles stops to answer it, hesitating, his hands feeling a little clammy. ]
It's not I mean actually it kind of is? Important-ish. But it doesn't have to be, like it's Kind of stupid I guess, I don't know.
[ stiles taps his thumb against the side of his phone, taking a deep breath in through his nose as he chews at the inside of his lower lip. he shoves his phone back into his pocket and keeps walking, cat on his heels. the shoddy little jewelry shop isn't that far from the main market, which isn't that far from submissive housing. he can probably make it in under five minutes if he really focuses.
and he does focus. he sends one more text before he steps back inside. ]
I'll be home in like thirty minutes Forty-five tops.
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Like semi-scientifically, your eyesight is better.
Biologically, that's the word I wanted.
Biologically, your eyes are better.
[ stiles checks the time on his phone, realizes it's approaching the time he was told to come back to the jewelers, so he bids his cat-friend adieu outside of submissive housing and starts to trek his way back to the shop.
the cat follows, trilling quietly behind him. stiles stops, turns around completely. shoos it away with a flap of his hand and a half-hearted come on, dude, i'll come back in a day or two. but the cat just bumps up against his leg and then stretched its front paws out, back arched. stiles turns and keeps walking, the cat keeps following, stiles shoos it again, repeats the process twice more by the time his phone buzzes again with another message from derek. stiles stops to answer it, hesitating, his hands feeling a little clammy. ]
It's not
I mean actually it kind of is? Important-ish.
But it doesn't have to be, like it's
Kind of stupid I guess, I don't know.
[ stiles taps his thumb against the side of his phone, taking a deep breath in through his nose as he chews at the inside of his lower lip. he shoves his phone back into his pocket and keeps walking, cat on his heels. the shoddy little jewelry shop isn't that far from the main market, which isn't that far from submissive housing. he can probably make it in under five minutes if he really focuses.
and he does focus. he sends one more text before he steps back inside. ]
I'll be home in like thirty minutes
Forty-five tops.