[ stiles is not jealous. stiles does not get jealous - except that's kind of a lie. he has no doubt that derek loves him, but he's not exactly thrilled listening to him talk so highly of someone else's looks. stiles sits up kind of sharply, and though the cat isn't afraid of stiles, she is kind of startled by the sudden motion. stiles swings his legs over the side of the couch, resting his elbows on his thighs, hunching over his lap with his phone in his hands.
so, this kinda sucks. like, in general, stiles is - fine, but he was mostly kidding about - super hot customer with coincidental interests. his competition, per se.
but then stiles keeps reading. his eyes narrow a little bit suspiciously at the edges over the mention of a baseball bat - his signature weapon, if he ever had one. also too coincidental. stiles glances up from his phone for a moment, looks at the cat like she's gonna have some answers for him, but she just keeps protecting derek's stupid shoe.
the pictures keep coming in, and as each one downloads and he opens them up, he maaaaybe starts to piece things together. very slowly, and almost kind of hesitantly, and it's stupid that for like, half a second, he wonders if the nogitsune is back and just - rolled up to derek's garage, and derek hasn't put two and two together. but that's stupid, and derek would have said something if there was a near-perfect copy of stiles bothering him at work.
stiles stands up impulsively, still staring down at his phone in his hands. it looks like... his jeep. the tires, the black doors, the blue paint, the mirrors, all of it familiar. the last photo comes through, suggesting the height of the vehicle between the frame and the ground.
stiles starts to text immediately, pacing now, though he doesn't know when he started. before he can get even a single message out, derek threatens to just - ghost him. stiles spams his phone, rapid fire. ]
Uh No? Absolutely not Derek Derek, what the hell I swear to god if you actually ghost me right now I'll Be Super mad about it Like so mad Dude ??????? Is that what I think it is Don't do this to me I'm fragile and easily excitable
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so, this kinda sucks. like, in general, stiles is - fine, but he was mostly kidding about - super hot customer with coincidental interests. his competition, per se.
but then stiles keeps reading. his eyes narrow a little bit suspiciously at the edges over the mention of a baseball bat - his signature weapon, if he ever had one. also too coincidental. stiles glances up from his phone for a moment, looks at the cat like she's gonna have some answers for him, but she just keeps protecting derek's stupid shoe.
the pictures keep coming in, and as each one downloads and he opens them up, he maaaaybe starts to piece things together. very slowly, and almost kind of hesitantly, and it's stupid that for like, half a second, he wonders if the nogitsune is back and just - rolled up to derek's garage, and derek hasn't put two and two together. but that's stupid, and derek would have said something if there was a near-perfect copy of stiles bothering him at work.
stiles stands up impulsively, still staring down at his phone in his hands. it looks like... his jeep. the tires, the black doors, the blue paint, the mirrors, all of it familiar. the last photo comes through, suggesting the height of the vehicle between the frame and the ground.
stiles starts to text immediately, pacing now, though he doesn't know when he started. before he can get even a single message out, derek threatens to just - ghost him. stiles spams his phone, rapid fire. ]
Uh
No?
Absolutely not
Derek
Derek, what the hell
I swear to god if you actually ghost me right now I'll
Be
Super mad about it
Like so mad
Dude
???????
Is that what I think it is
Don't do this to me
I'm fragile and easily excitable