[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.]
Whatβs with the twenty questions? [Napkins now fastidiously clean the spilled beer from the tableβs surface. He even dips a corner in the complimentary glass of water to remove the tackiness.] Iβll head you off, bud. Literally nothing special about me. Just a normal, boring human. No special powers. No cool abilities. Canβt fight worth shit.
[Beacon Hills, on the other hand? Stiles weighs whether or not to continue, then shrugs. If Cyram is curious, heβll let the guy ask. He doubts anything he could offer would interest an alleged god, though.]
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Date: 2024-01-23 11:28 pm (UTC)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.]
Whatβs with the twenty questions? [Napkins now fastidiously clean the spilled beer from the tableβs surface. He even dips a corner in the complimentary glass of water to remove the tackiness.] Iβll head you off, bud. Literally nothing special about me. Just a normal, boring human. No special powers. No cool abilities. Canβt fight worth shit.
[Beacon Hills, on the other hand? Stiles weighs whether or not to continue, then shrugs. If Cyram is curious, heβll let the guy ask. He doubts anything he could offer would interest an alleged god, though.]