[ a piteous whine broke through the still air,
forcing stiles to slide further down the door.
he had the distinct feeling the birds scattering
from the trees nearby was because of him,
but he had other pressing things to tend to.
like, say, getting derek’s will to break down. ]
“Come onnnnnnnnn.”
[ nails scritched along the paint of the door,
leaving what he thought were little grooves
that he’d probably get in trouble for later. it
wasn’t that noticeable, anyway, it’d be fine. ]
“— please? Scott kicked me out of the
apartment, man, something about
burning the kitchen down, possibility
of blowing things up. I just wanted waffles.”
[ another truly pitiful whine, coupled with the
pads of his fingers tapping a staccato rhythm
against the wood he was pressing his upper
body to. could someone really resist this for
so long? it’s gotta be annoying, or something. ]
[ and there it was, the incessant yowling, the heart
beat scratching against the wood that led his
neighbors to complain about a cat he didn’t have.
two more nail-lines drawn into his door and he
was on his feet, taking long strides and pulling
it open in an instant, uncaring if it sent Stiles
plummeting to the floor.
— not that he gave him a chance to reach it anyways.
rough hands closed around plaid and jerked the
pain-in-the-ass upright.
gleaming green hues met vibrant browns.
a s n a r l, a stare, a serious tone. ]
“ — If you set my l o f t on fire,
I’m going to set y o u on fire.
— Got it? ”