*RACING / MIND

HE WAS ABOUT TO RETORT WHEN THE HAND GENTLY TOUCHED HIS CHEEK bringing  a soft  smile  to  his  lips,   “   D’aaa  I’m  not  really,  I’m  a  delinquent  y'know.   ”   Though  some  lenses  he  wasn’t   even  kidding  about  that,  he  could  arguably  viewed  as  quite  the  trouble  maker.  He  let  the  moment  linger  for  a  minute  before  getting  back  to  getting  the  other  clean,    “   Lemme  know  if  I  hit  a  sore  spot  yeah?  I’m  trying  to be  as  gentle  as  I  can  but  concentration  isn’t  exactly  my  forte.”

HE WAS EVER SO GENTLE AS HE MOVED THE WASHCLOTH AGAINST THE ELDER stilinski's  skin,  only  looking  up  from  his  task  when  his  father  spoke,   “   Don’t  mention  it,   seriously,   you’ve  done  way,   ”   what  was  the  word?  Grosser?  Not  really,  “Uh,  weirder(?)   Stuff  for me  so  it’s  not  even  a  big  deal.   ”

HE SHIFTS IN THE SPOT ON STUARTS BED THAT HE’D PLOPPED HIMSELF down on and takes another sip as his twin speaks warm brown eyes settled comfortably on the familiar face,    “    Pretty bold of you to assume that even if I wanted a decent amount of sleep I would be able to get one,    or if you wanted a good nights sleep for that matter.    I don’t think we’re wired for it.   ”    Wouldn’t they just naturally do it if it was so good for them?

HE GIVES A LITTLE HUM,    THINKING OVER THE FINAL STATEMENT WHILE BRINING his mug to his lips to take a long slow sip of the just below scolding liquid hoping that by the end of the cup he might just be bright eyed and bushy tailed,    it might just take another cup after this one though,    “   Hmm,   well I guess it depends.   If it’s like,   a game of wits we’re pretty strong,   especially together,    but if it’s like an obstacle course I think you would be able to do it,   but I am quite squishy.   Slim.   But squishy.   ” 

HIS LIPS TILT UP INTO A SMILE AT HIS ELDER TWINS WORDS WRAPPING HIS FREE hand around his own coffee mug as well.   He was pretty sure that a good night's sleep was just a myth or something because he’d never experienced such a thing,    and he knew that Stuart hadn’t either.    At least not frequently,      “   It’s part of being a younger sibling,    gotta be a master of mind games.   ”

“Apparently nicknames make you mildly cuter.”

HE GRINNED WHILE HE WAS PULLED INTO A HUG,    HUGGING BACK HAPPILY A little hum coming from his throat before his brother pulled back,    one of his own eyebrows quirking in slight confusion at the qestion,    “   What’d’y---    Oh.    The pill?    I took a xanax,    four hour car ride made me a little twitchy and I like just got here,    just a few minutes before you did honestly,    just to take the edge off don’t worry about it.   ”

Me, since the conception of this blog: I would rather die than make new icons.

HE’D JUST PLACED A PILL ON HIS TONGUE WHEN HE HEARD THE DOOR OPEN his head shooting so that eyes could peer in its direction,     a soft and easy grin finding his lips the moment he saw the figure,    his cup of coffee coming to his lips to knock back the bar on his tonuge before he stood up,    “   Surprise!!    You missed me right?    Best thing to come back to?    ”

It highkey seems like every time I get muse for Stiles he wants to tweak out and i’m honestly smh at this boy. Anyway. Starter call.