[ between the dizzy spells, the hard hitting impact of losing his second or third winds and the laundry list of symptoms always ready and waiting to rear their ugly heads in the back of his mind, stiles is often brought out of his good, easy moods when a reminder of his condition takes him by surprise. that happens here and now, too, once they're staring down a screen prompting them to enter their names - stiles can read it all just fine, none of the letters are falling out of sight or blurring into each other in incomprehensible shapes, but when he stares at the first row of letters and feels a panicked jolt in his chest as he runs his eyes over them to make sure they're right, it's...
well, it's kind of depressing, and that display back at the prize wall doesn't really mean all that much anymore. stiles darts his tongue between his lips and curls his fingers around ten and two, watching billy input his name before following suit. he's tempted to just write AAA and be done with it, but clearing his throat, he goes for the far more engaging ASS instead. any connection that might have to the first high score billy set here is completely coincidental.
the game gets started and stiles handles himself pretty well, avoiding the pitfalls billy drives headfirst into whenever the poor kid ends up smashing his car into the wall. he's played this game before, so the reflexive muscle memory comes in handy when he's battling the incomprehensibly slippery steering controls all racing games from the 80s seem to have, but even if he was new, roscoe's seen better days. knowing how to drive an old car despite all of its imperfections is just part of being a man. ]
Oh - uh.
[ billy distracts him once he strips that first lap, asking about a grizzly bear that stiles only has vague recollections of mentioning. stiles is gaining enough traction on the competition that he'll probably be on billy's ass in a matter of minutes, and if he feels guilty enough to slow down and take it easy on the poor guy, well. hopefully that won't be obvious. ]
So there's this guy I know from home - Derek. He showed up here around the same time I did, I think? He's been crashing on my couch for the past, uh...
[ stiles slows down a little too much, and the yellow AI-controlled car starts shadowing him a touch too closely for stiles' liking. stiles frowns, mumbling a distracted oh no you don't as he steps down on the pedal beneath the machine, followed by another mumbled come on, baby as he picks up speed. ]
I don't really know how long? He just kind of showed up one day. But, uh, yeah... he's kind of a hardass. Big, beefy. All body hair and teeth. I've told him to be nice to my guests, but. You never know how it's gonna go with that guy.
[ stiles wets his lips, chancing a few seconds away from the screen to look at billy, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. he's just teasing, it's obvious in his tone of voice, but - ]
Did you... maybe think that I had a real grizzly bear in my living room?
no subject
well, it's kind of depressing, and that display back at the prize wall doesn't really mean all that much anymore. stiles darts his tongue between his lips and curls his fingers around ten and two, watching billy input his name before following suit. he's tempted to just write AAA and be done with it, but clearing his throat, he goes for the far more engaging ASS instead. any connection that might have to the first high score billy set here is completely coincidental.
the game gets started and stiles handles himself pretty well, avoiding the pitfalls billy drives headfirst into whenever the poor kid ends up smashing his car into the wall. he's played this game before, so the reflexive muscle memory comes in handy when he's battling the incomprehensibly slippery steering controls all racing games from the 80s seem to have, but even if he was new, roscoe's seen better days. knowing how to drive an old car despite all of its imperfections is just part of being a man. ]
Oh - uh.
[ billy distracts him once he strips that first lap, asking about a grizzly bear that stiles only has vague recollections of mentioning. stiles is gaining enough traction on the competition that he'll probably be on billy's ass in a matter of minutes, and if he feels guilty enough to slow down and take it easy on the poor guy, well. hopefully that won't be obvious. ]
So there's this guy I know from home - Derek. He showed up here around the same time I did, I think? He's been crashing on my couch for the past, uh...
[ stiles slows down a little too much, and the yellow AI-controlled car starts shadowing him a touch too closely for stiles' liking. stiles frowns, mumbling a distracted oh no you don't as he steps down on the pedal beneath the machine, followed by another mumbled come on, baby as he picks up speed. ]
I don't really know how long? He just kind of showed up one day. But, uh, yeah... he's kind of a hardass. Big, beefy. All body hair and teeth. I've told him to be nice to my guests, but. You never know how it's gonna go with that guy.
[ stiles wets his lips, chancing a few seconds away from the screen to look at billy, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. he's just teasing, it's obvious in his tone of voice, but - ]
Did you... maybe think that I had a real grizzly bear in my living room?