[ it takes... a surprisingly long time for stiles to convince himself not to bring roscoe out to the end of the street, but considering he's been staying at logan's place and actually picking her up would involve walking home just to drive for like, three seconds, it doesn't seem all that worth it. he sends a text to billy with a promise to be there soon and a joke about annabelle, and in just a few minutes, he's made his way to the end of the street he promised to meet billy at. by now, the cultists that have been fucking this place up have all but gone into hiding, so he doesn't run into any trouble on the way, thank christ - but if he'd suspected they were still out, he wouldn't have invited billy to play stupid fucking teeth games with him, so.
he greets billy with a similar jedi hand-wave, which was just supposed to be a cute imitation but feels to stiles, after he's done it, like a socially awkward way of accidentally mocking his new friend. he winces a little and turns the half-wave into an awkward neckscratch, clearing his throat as his sneakers scuff at the asphalt beneath them, and when billy offers him frogger, stiles takes him a little too quickly. ]
I really should spend more time with him. It's not good for a child to grow up barely ever seeing one of his parents.
[ stiles gives the dude a consoling pat on the head, clutching the alpaca to his chest with a shall we? and a thumb thrown towards the arcade. he guides billy inside, shifting his arms to hold frogger against his side, his other hand inside the pocket of his hoodie. it's getting too warm to wear thick, red cotton and heavy denim jeans, but these are the clothes stiles has from home, so he wears them as much as he can.
they get to the arcade and stiles goes straight to the prize kiosk. everything's open and running, just like he thought, and the two of them are the only people here, which is actually pretty nice. the neon lights, the quiet outside of dinging games and whistling machines, and the building being as big and as largely windowless as it is makes the atmosphere kind of cozy. stiles feels as if it could be a real night outside, for once. this could be a pretty decent date spot, if he had anyone to fucking ask out. ]
Okay. [ but - priorities. stiles sets frogger on the counter and points him at the large wall of plush toys, careful to angle him so he can see them all. ] The more I think about this, the more creeped out I am by the concept of winning someone a bride, but we're here, so we're committing. We've gotta figure out who he likes.
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he greets billy with a similar jedi hand-wave, which was just supposed to be a cute imitation but feels to stiles, after he's done it, like a socially awkward way of accidentally mocking his new friend. he winces a little and turns the half-wave into an awkward neckscratch, clearing his throat as his sneakers scuff at the asphalt beneath them, and when billy offers him frogger, stiles takes him a little too quickly. ]
I really should spend more time with him. It's not good for a child to grow up barely ever seeing one of his parents.
[ stiles gives the dude a consoling pat on the head, clutching the alpaca to his chest with a shall we? and a thumb thrown towards the arcade. he guides billy inside, shifting his arms to hold frogger against his side, his other hand inside the pocket of his hoodie. it's getting too warm to wear thick, red cotton and heavy denim jeans, but these are the clothes stiles has from home, so he wears them as much as he can.
they get to the arcade and stiles goes straight to the prize kiosk. everything's open and running, just like he thought, and the two of them are the only people here, which is actually pretty nice. the neon lights, the quiet outside of dinging games and whistling machines, and the building being as big and as largely windowless as it is makes the atmosphere kind of cozy. stiles feels as if it could be a real night outside, for once. this could be a pretty decent date spot, if he had anyone to fucking ask out. ]
Okay. [ but - priorities. stiles sets frogger on the counter and points him at the large wall of plush toys, careful to angle him so he can see them all. ] The more I think about this, the more creeped out I am by the concept of winning someone a bride, but we're here, so we're committing. We've gotta figure out who he likes.