Well we haven't had zombies yet, so there's something.
[and then he puts together the connotations of 'zombie' and vaguely human sacrifice type 'somethings' and comes pretty close to an answer that he doesn't like.]
[ she actually wasn't... really planning on him making that connection, so that's fantastic, she's liking this conversation less by the minute. so he's getting a slow, dry: ] Yeeeeep.
[and as awful and wonderful terrible as this discussion has already gotten, stiles is going to take it just that extra step further into what the fuck is wrong with you boy?]
Look, can we seriously just drop it? [ because seriously, do you think she wants to remember how bad she wanted to take a big giant bite out of strangers? out of her friends? out of that little kid in front of the pet shop? no, fuck that. ]
[aaaaaand stiles realizes suddenly that this is one of those moments where he takes things too far because he doesn't really understand the limits of normal human interaction when it comes to things like this.]
Woah, okay, yeah. My bad. Gruesome curiosity sometimes gets the better of me. Did I ever tell you about the time I went looking for a dead body in the woods?
[ he's dropping it after all, so she lets out a slow breath through her nose and drops her forehead into her palm, pushing her fingers back through her hair. ]
I don't think I heard that one. [ she looks up at him as she says it, and she seems significantly more receptive to this particular talk. ]
[he nods, expression strangely earnest for a boy talking about dead bodies.]
Yeah, me and Scotty. The night before second semester. My dad's the sheriff, so I listen in on his calls a lot and always hear about all the super exciting stuff that way.
And that night he got the call about a dead body on the preserve. Only it was just half of the body, which meant there was still the other half to find. Obviously I had to drag Scott out to go look for it with me.
[what are you talking about stiles, no not 'obviously', there's nothing 'obviously' about that.]
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Well we haven't had zombies yet, so there's something.
[and then he puts together the connotations of 'zombie' and vaguely human sacrifice type 'somethings' and comes pretty close to an answer that he doesn't like.]
Oh, ew. Ew.
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Woah, okay, yeah. My bad. Gruesome curiosity sometimes gets the better of me. Did I ever tell you about the time I went looking for a dead body in the woods?
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I don't think I heard that one. [ she looks up at him as she says it, and she seems significantly more receptive to this particular talk. ]
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Yeah, me and Scotty. The night before second semester. My dad's the sheriff, so I listen in on his calls a lot and always hear about all the super exciting stuff that way.
And that night he got the call about a dead body on the preserve. Only it was just half of the body, which meant there was still the other half to find. Obviously I had to drag Scott out to go look for it with me.
[what are you talking about stiles, no not 'obviously', there's nothing 'obviously' about that.]
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Dad caught me and dragged me home, unfortunately. But Scotty did. After rolling down a hill and losing his inhaler, anyway.