There was an awkward tugging and stumbling around, the male was doing his best to somehow calm his damn nerves which seemed to be all over the place; crawling all over his skin like fire ants. Every bite and scratch zipped through his system like lightning, sending the need to move-just MOVE somewhat or somewhere. Exactly like now, books flipping and falling from nimble fingers, gaze directed anywhere but at the redhead. “Also, I mouth off when I’m nervous and I’ve got a mouth on me. Seriously, it’s got a mind of its own. I’m really worried it wants to go solo.” Waving a particularly thicker book in his hand, Stiles stopped to glance at the title, almost letting out a high-pitched screech as he saw what he was holding, before putting it down very-very slowly. "Yeah ok, my dad might take you to jail for this one. This is ... criminal offense to anyone's eyes, murder of the cornea .. imidate blindness.." Pushing the item away with one finger until it was fully covered by darkness. "Ew."
Leaning against a shelf, Lavi watched in silence whilst Stiles floundered around. Awkwardly attempting to cover up nerves of unknown origin just yet -- though he could feel his own curiosity perking up with each passing second. Could be the teen's way of trying to sneak away one of his... ocult books. Could be that he was in trouble somehow. If so, where was his so called bestfriend, huh? By the fifth time a book hit harshly against a surface it really shouldn't ; the Exorcist smoothered his face from the grimace it had settled into and moved to stand instead in front of the Sheriff's son.
" I get it, y' don't like intense romance novels like Mrs. Dolores does." Tilting his head, Lavi regarded him with a knowing smile ; arms slowly folding across his chest. " Thought we were long past the time y' felt scared or wary 'bout me, buddy." Then again, maybe he had been quite mistaken there. After all, it wasn't like he didn't tend to express fully his own distaste for the local Alpha on the daily. Thing is, that didn't mean such feeling was directed to the whole pack of misfits. Those dwellings drew a tired sigh from his lips and he shifted from his position ; walking around the teen ( or prowling, some would say -- for his mannerisms hadn't changed that much ) idly picking another book from the floor.
" Stiles... if her lookin' for Derek, I'm afraid t' say he ain't 'ere. If y' want a book, there's no need t' steal. I will lend it t' ya, never let it be said I stopped y' from gainin' more knowledge." He straightened to his full height again before regaling the other another glance filled with lazy interest. "Where's yer sidekick? Are y' in trouble ?"
