[ cora feels the ice-cream melt onto her fingertips. it's sticky and cold and she wants to toss the cones away, but stiles' back is to her, paying for something that was his idea. he won't let her do anything. it's his shout. he's the boss. let him do what he wants, he's trying to be nice. we're friends, that's what friends do for each other. cora's not sure if she can soften her grip enough to not break the cones. it doesn't seem very friendly if she does break them, even if he laughs about it in the end. ]
[ this is out of her depth, being friendly, having friends, holding ice-creams in her hands while they both melt and someone else pays for her. being out at two in the morning for an ice-cream run because both of them just happened to have been skipped over by the sandman is unusual for her. insomnia's beginning to become a bigger enemy than deucalion, and, yet, here she is, outside, in the middle of the night, with stiles, holding ice-cream rather than fighting it. ]
[ and stiles is taking his time, too. doesn't he know how impatient she is? it's humid, even at this time of night; her hair is sticking to her neck, and her hands are stuck to the cones. ]
I'm going to lick your ice-cream if you don't hurry up.
[ being friendly and normal while also trying to maintain a hard edge is a difficult thing to balance. and she doubts that stiles will care if she takes a lick of his ice-cream. she has a feeling that he's the type of guy who will eat it, even if it's been dropped on the floor. ]
[ okay, so, maybe cora has a few things to learn about stiles. the first being, he's not that disgusting. ]
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[ cora feels the ice-cream melt onto her fingertips. it's sticky and cold and she wants to toss the cones away, but stiles' back is to her, paying for something that was his idea. he won't let her do anything. it's his shout. he's the boss. let him do what he wants, he's trying to be nice. we're friends, that's what friends do for each other. cora's not sure if she can soften her grip enough to not break the cones. it doesn't seem very friendly if she does break them, even if he laughs about it in the end. ]
[ this is out of her depth, being friendly, having friends, holding ice-creams in her hands while they both melt and someone else pays for her. being out at two in the morning for an ice-cream run because both of them just happened to have been skipped over by the sandman is unusual for her. insomnia's beginning to become a bigger enemy than deucalion, and, yet, here she is, outside, in the middle of the night, with stiles, holding ice-cream rather than fighting it. ]
[ and stiles is taking his time, too. doesn't he know how impatient she is? it's humid, even at this time of night; her hair is sticking to her neck, and her hands are stuck to the cones. ]
I'm going to lick your ice-cream if you don't hurry up.
[ being friendly and normal while also trying to maintain a hard edge is a difficult thing to balance. and she doubts that stiles will care if she takes a lick of his ice-cream. she has a feeling that he's the type of guy who will eat it, even if it's been dropped on the floor. ]
[ okay, so, maybe cora has a few things to learn about stiles. the first being, he's not that disgusting. ]