[ maybe if stiles were a little more awake, or at the very least, a little less frantically questioning what the fuck he's doing as he climbs over a glass counter like its his own personal set of monkey bars, he'd notice the glimmer beneath his feet. he'd notice the power behind every hushed, frantic whisper from billy, he'd notice the sudden stability in his foothold. as it is, stiles just gracelessly snags the t-rex from his perch and drops back down, waving off billy's attempts to help him, just because he would feel like even more of a weird, awkward burden if he took it. he doesn't know that billy helped him already.
but they're done, and it's over, and the t-rex is propped up next to a carefully righted frogger as stiles has his feet planted on the ground again, none the wiser of anything that just happened. he fidgets with his hands and keeps his head down as he asks the question, and when billy gives him an answer, stiles just nods, still half distracted by what he just did and mildly flushed. getting stuck in a feedback of doing socially awkward things because you feel socially awkward is never fun.
he looks up before billy's done talking, catching a glimpse of the way billy looks at him and filing away whatever it is he thinks he's learned into the back of his mind. billy's giving him an out, now, telling him that they should just go and win their tickets, and stiles nods, willing to do just that, but his mouth just kind of talks before his brain can tell it not to. ]
Okay. Cool. Awesome. Man, I don't think I've ever been that smooth. Or that subtle? The daring feat of athleticism, the probing personal question. Really pulled this whole interaction off as successfully as possible. I really, uh...
[ ... kicked ass on that one. made himself proud. something. stiles just kind of - trails off, mildly nauseated. he doesn't seem at all bothered by billy's answer - on the contrary, under all the self-conscious second guessing he actually looks relieved. he's either put at ease by whatever he's reading into that pointed look and billy's use of the word "really", or he's just glad he managed to stumble through that without putting his foot in his mouth any more than he did. either way... wow, okay. they should just talk about something else.
stiles squeezes the t-rex and finds himself distracted and mildly amused by the chew-toy-esque squeak it makes, but he just sets the big guy back on the counter with an awkward pat on the snout. nose. overbite. whatever. after scratching the back of his own neck and slipping his hood on just to have something to do with his hands, stiles points a thumb back to the machines waiting for them, all those eager bleeps and bloops just ready to bleep and bloop even harder under the practiced hands of a couple of nerds. ]
Uh, so - games? I'll just - I guess I'm just going to... leave... that guy... on the counter?
[ the t-rex. he really doesn't know what to do with it now. cool. stiles does a couple of mouth clicks and fires off some patented finger guns and moonwalks away, with a slightly too loud jesus christ, stiles whispered audibly under his breath. he makes a beeline for the multiplayer games, this time, because even though he's had a lot of fun fighting billy for dominance by challenging his high scores with his own, they should really just play a game together, for once. that's, like, kind of the whole point of being at an arcade with a friend.
he passes by the air hockey table, largely because he's suspicious enough of this place to know that reaching his hand into the puck dispensary would probably get it bitten off by monsters. mortal kombat he looks at, too, and heads on past - he's really not interested in seeing subzero turn into, like, his dad, or something, mid-fatality. he hasn't actually dealt with any haunted creepypasta ghost games over the time he's spent here, but he can picture how spooky various games would be if they were haunted, and it's really just a little too much for him.
stiles ends up at off road, a game with one screen and three steering wheels attached, for some reason, because some idiot out there thought that was decent engineering design. he nods billy over and starts rummaging around in his front pocket for a quarter, slipping it in the slot when he gets it. stiles lines himself up behind the blue wheel, just because - well, blue is pretty. ]
This okay? Wait, shit, I should've asked that before I put my money in.
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but they're done, and it's over, and the t-rex is propped up next to a carefully righted frogger as stiles has his feet planted on the ground again, none the wiser of anything that just happened. he fidgets with his hands and keeps his head down as he asks the question, and when billy gives him an answer, stiles just nods, still half distracted by what he just did and mildly flushed. getting stuck in a feedback of doing socially awkward things because you feel socially awkward is never fun.
he looks up before billy's done talking, catching a glimpse of the way billy looks at him and filing away whatever it is he thinks he's learned into the back of his mind. billy's giving him an out, now, telling him that they should just go and win their tickets, and stiles nods, willing to do just that, but his mouth just kind of talks before his brain can tell it not to. ]
Okay. Cool. Awesome. Man, I don't think I've ever been that smooth. Or that subtle? The daring feat of athleticism, the probing personal question. Really pulled this whole interaction off as successfully as possible. I really, uh...
[ ... kicked ass on that one. made himself proud. something. stiles just kind of - trails off, mildly nauseated. he doesn't seem at all bothered by billy's answer - on the contrary, under all the self-conscious second guessing he actually looks relieved. he's either put at ease by whatever he's reading into that pointed look and billy's use of the word "really", or he's just glad he managed to stumble through that without putting his foot in his mouth any more than he did. either way... wow, okay. they should just talk about something else.
stiles squeezes the t-rex and finds himself distracted and mildly amused by the chew-toy-esque squeak it makes, but he just sets the big guy back on the counter with an awkward pat on the snout. nose. overbite. whatever. after scratching the back of his own neck and slipping his hood on just to have something to do with his hands, stiles points a thumb back to the machines waiting for them, all those eager bleeps and bloops just ready to bleep and bloop even harder under the practiced hands of a couple of nerds. ]
Uh, so - games? I'll just - I guess I'm just going to... leave... that guy... on the counter?
[ the t-rex. he really doesn't know what to do with it now. cool. stiles does a couple of mouth clicks and fires off some patented finger guns and moonwalks away, with a slightly too loud jesus christ, stiles whispered audibly under his breath. he makes a beeline for the multiplayer games, this time, because even though he's had a lot of fun fighting billy for dominance by challenging his high scores with his own, they should really just play a game together, for once. that's, like, kind of the whole point of being at an arcade with a friend.
he passes by the air hockey table, largely because he's suspicious enough of this place to know that reaching his hand into the puck dispensary would probably get it bitten off by monsters. mortal kombat he looks at, too, and heads on past - he's really not interested in seeing subzero turn into, like, his dad, or something, mid-fatality. he hasn't actually dealt with any haunted creepypasta ghost games over the time he's spent here, but he can picture how spooky various games would be if they were haunted, and it's really just a little too much for him.
stiles ends up at off road, a game with one screen and three steering wheels attached, for some reason, because some idiot out there thought that was decent engineering design. he nods billy over and starts rummaging around in his front pocket for a quarter, slipping it in the slot when he gets it. stiles lines himself up behind the blue wheel, just because - well, blue is pretty. ]
This okay? Wait, shit, I should've asked that before I put my money in.