[Cue a certain teenager choking on his next sip of beer at the mention of Trump. Excuse him, what?]
Cal-California, yeah, [he sputters, rubbing spittle from his mouth and trying not to feel existential dread about future elected officials.] You can tell? [A beat.] Okay, yeah, never mind.
[Over ten thousand years. Christ.]
What’s with the twenty questions? [Napkins now fastidiously clean the spilled beer from the table’s surface. He even dips a corner in the complimentary glass of water to remove the tackiness.] I’ll head you off, bud. Literally nothing special about me. Just a normal, boring human. No special powers. No cool abilities. Can’t fight worth shit.
[Beacon Hills, on the other hand? Stiles weighs whether or not to continue, then shrugs. If Cyram is curious, he’ll let the guy ask. He doubts anything he could offer would interest an alleged god, though.]
no subject
Cal-California, yeah, [he sputters, rubbing spittle from his mouth and trying not to feel existential dread about future elected officials.] You can tell? [A beat.] Okay, yeah, never mind.
[Over ten thousand years. Christ.]
What’s with the twenty questions? [Napkins now fastidiously clean the spilled beer from the table’s surface. He even dips a corner in the complimentary glass of water to remove the tackiness.] I’ll head you off, bud. Literally nothing special about me. Just a normal, boring human. No special powers. No cool abilities. Can’t fight worth shit.
[Beacon Hills, on the other hand? Stiles weighs whether or not to continue, then shrugs. If Cyram is curious, he’ll let the guy ask. He doubts anything he could offer would interest an alleged god, though.]