#thing 1 and thing 2 messaround lets gaurrrrr

[kezoire]

“ if you want one, you could just ask. i'll be more than happy to oblige if it'll make you happy. ” he retorted, brow lifting. “ sweetheart. ” the name was added as an afterthought, for effect, of course. he was more tired than anything, but this biting game of theirs — never too tired for it, not if it meant he could be as petulant as he was meant to be. even through those exhausted eyes of his, he could catch the hints of determination and spite lingering across stiles's features.

leaning forward in his seat, lazy hand outreached to slide the folder in his direction with just his index finger, he tilted his head to inspect the half - shown images and scribbles peeking out through the edge. “ mmm, love more work to do. ” then he flipped it open with sigh, chin resting over his palm as he inspected the details. he wasn't expecting much, glazing over the written collections of various events and then — there it was. obsidians flickered up to meet stiles, head unmoving, yet the interest was slowly creeping onto his features, “ holy shit. ”