"Oh really?" Stiles is not at all smooth as his mind starts racing. Is he just an over-enthusiastic emo band fan or a werewolf or what? It could be anything.
"I'm not really... uh... So what makes you so weird?" He's just going to plow right through to real questions.
This is Peter's favorite part, an opening to show off just what made him different.
For a moment, Peter just stands there to make sure he's got Stile's attention. In the next, he's gone with nothing but displaced air to show for it. A few moments later, he's back, pulling his googles back down around his neck and waving around some food from the mess hall. He smiles, thumps Stiles on the shoulder.
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"I'm not really... uh... So what makes you so weird?" He's just going to plow right through to real questions.
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For a moment, Peter just stands there to make sure he's got Stile's attention. In the next, he's gone with nothing but displaced air to show for it. A few moments later, he's back, pulling his googles back down around his neck and waving around some food from the mess hall. He smiles, thumps Stiles on the shoulder.
"Get it?"