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Joe Mcalister in Force Majeure

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                             …A bit hypocritical, considering the fact                             that he’s returning the stare as well. Though                             in the beta’s defense, it’s excusable. After all,                              he’s only returning the favor and proving how                             uncomfortable of a feeling it is.  

          & blue eyes carefully maneuver to the speaker                       ; his words were a surprise .         ( he wasn't staring at isaac )                    instead , observant gaze had focused on the          ( other curly-haired boy just behind him )                 unseen to ALL but ( ONE , CURSED , BOY )                         his words are measured & paced ,          as if he were speaking to the time of a                          c l o c k .        ' did you have a brother ? '

Joe in 2x03 “Force Majeure” [+hand appreciation]

       And there’s her hands curled in her lap.        And in her lap there’s ‘The Lord of The Flies.’        And it’s written paperly goosebumps.        And at the sound, a soft shift of her head to        the other, a feeble nod as she continues her lecture.        And maybe babysitting him was too simple.        He demanded to be excused—- Anna had never,        ever demanded something similar.

             & maybe he said something ( wrong )      because there is no ( response )                      the only sound is the slow calm inhale            & e x h a l e .      of the nine year old .                       ' ---- -- . . . '            unable to procure a response ,      the familiar ( SCREECH ) of a chair scraping across the floor                      echoes through the room .            but in ( a heartbeat )    he's back ; & a line of toy soldiers line the counter .

                                                                                                   」            . BERK . 

                 the teen contemplated on just leaving.           his father was the sheriff and he would pay back later.      a chill went down his spine as he felt colder and looked around            the room as if something was about to happen.            this was oddly enough getting to weird for him.

                 ' i'm cole by the way . . . ' ( great )                 & the words spilled from parted lips     unguarded ; he felt the chill too .                  there was a small smile on his lips ,   this wasn't the impression he was looking to give                ( on his first week in a new town )

      ( there’s a simple smile that tugs at her lips             as she nodded slowly. there’s s o m e t h i n g                  different about him than other people, but                              she won’t speak of it aloud. )        ”right, thanks again. i’m lillian.                   it’s a pleasure, cole.”

             & with a gentle air ,      his own arms wrap around himself ,                     not in a fashion to shield from the ( cold )       but a reflex of ( insecurity )                        ' nice to meet you . . .             'fraid i haven't met many people here yet .       you'd be the first . '                a small , cut laugh follows ,    blue irises falling to the space just before his toes .

            if he was really in such a rush he wouldn’t have just stood there                     letting him pass him in line. stiles waited a good few minutes before            actually moving in front of him, dude had his chance.  ’and it will only be a second for me. ‘

            had the offfender been any ruder ,      cole probably would have thrown something at him . ( the temperature was beginning to drop )              his gaze fell to his hands once more ,                   ( the move hadn’t made anything better )       b e a c o n h i l l s wasn’t any better than philadelphia .

          “           that’d be nice, yeah thanks.                 you sure?”

        & that felt surprisingly  good …               the surprise in her eyes & the satisfaction in his heart        exhumed from a simple gesture , made a great pair .               ’ of course —- —           i’m cole by the way … ‘                      ( i see your sadness ,           she says she loves you )                is left unsaid .

         “ then why are you                  wearing them ?”          her voice displays a lower          level of acidity than usual ;           this was just a ( kid ) , after all.               & curiosity piques — —           “ and where’s your dad ?” 

      & he is silent for a moment            as if he’s contemplating for himself ,                 ( why he still wishes to                             somehow             c o n n e c t t h e d o t s )        but he can’t .      he couldn’t then —— — & he can’t now .               ’ i-i don’t know … ’

               ”was. past-tense. i don’t care.”

        it takes but a heartbeat for the soft spoken male                    to retract his hand & his gaze to fall to the floor                          & for a moment , there's a snark remark that crosses his mind .       but the speaker for the dead has seen enough                  ( v i o l e n c e ) for a lifetime .                        ; he will not cause his own .           ' i've been here a long time --- --                    could you please just ------- '

                                                       ( I tend to ｌｉｅ)

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