[ stiles is genuinely interested in this - learning more about billy's likes, learning more about the things he's interested in, that's something he's wanted to explore for a while now. he's relaxing into his bed again, laying down, one knee drawn up while the other leg splays outstretched, settling into the comfort of hearing billy's voice - when out of fucking nowhere, the bitch drops elvish. ]
Oh my god? Oh my god, oh my god. Oh my god.
[ if he thought he was interested in billy before, that's, like, nothing compared to now. he sits up, the loud thunk reverberating through his phone coming from the end table he just knocks and rattles with his shoulder. shit, ignore that. ]
Yé mána. Lóme sina nauva anda.
[ -- wait, okay, no, hold on, slightly sexually charged language there. stiles clears his throat, takes his second shot. ]
no subject
Oh my god? Oh my god, oh my god. Oh my god.
[ if he thought he was interested in billy before, that's, like, nothing compared to now. he sits up, the loud thunk reverberating through his phone coming from the end table he just knocks and rattles with his shoulder. shit, ignore that. ]
Yé mána. Lóme sina nauva anda.
[ -- wait, okay, no, hold on, slightly sexually charged language there. stiles clears his throat, takes his second shot. ]
Nál as meldo. I lambe sirya lambenyallo.