and rotten decay

for stiles, it was the simple things in life such as a good double cheeseburger and curly fries, despite his own struggles with keeping his father on a healthy diet but letting him 'live a little' as he'd fondly put it once. ( stiles had simply laughed. )

"he'll kill us both if he finds out we didn't bring anything. we have to eliminate even the smell of a curly fry from the jeep."

She narrowed her eyes at him, before frowning. Deeply.

"This is my super villain origin story."

he lets the menu hit him ini the chest before his staple grin takes over and he feels only the tiniest amount of shame. "burgers?" he offers.

he comes around the corner with his mouth full, eyebrows furrowed and speaks—"wha'd'ya mean?" there's a pause where he chews. "wasn't me."

                       why can't you trust anyone?

[ msg → stiles. ] you've got 4 minutes.

[text] and then what? [text] what are you gonna do if i don't come over there? [text] text me again?

the absolute brat.

‘ don't think words this time are going to cut it, ’ as she tongues the corner of her mouth, watching him with intent. ‘ though i'll hand it to you, begging is a nice touch. ’

he knows when he's about to get scolded--it was something he became eerily familiar with as time went on. and it would be wrong of him to say that he didn't purposefully initiate things that would get those words tossed at him, often, too.

"i know."

did he?

"you know i would do anything here, literally anything at all. hands and knees, to make this all up to you." stiles added after a moment, letting her pull him closer.

[ msg → stiles. ] alright, alright.

[ msg → stiles. ] be there in 10.

and within twelve minutes; he's at stiles' front door. the architect, though exhausted, can't stop the smile on his face.

[text] i'll be waiting and ready.

he knows it's late but that's never stopped him before, if anything, it only encouraged him.

"so i found this thing, i think you need to see it."

[ msg → boyf. ] how mad would you be if i had to cancel?

[ msg → boyf. ] like. 90/10 or 9000/10?

[ msg → boyf. ] i know i promised.

[ msg → boyf. ] but there's this really pregnant mama that's been having difficulty with past pregnancies...

[ msg → boyf. ] i'll sleep on the couch! for three weeks! i'll make it up to you, i swear.

"why do you always think i want something?"

                       why can't you trust anyone?