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Post by Snowglobe18 on Sept 20, 2015 22:27:53 GMT -7
Teresa moved her eyes away from Luke and over to stiles. So this definitely was the guy that Jackson wanted to jump? Although considering that it was Jackson, he would do anyone. When they first met she had been drawn to him in a way she couldn't explain. Not in a love sort of way but she had to be friends with him and found that they got on better than anyone she knew and of course he started up a friendship with stiles and they had been inseparable after that. Until stiles moved away of course.
She looked over when Luke started up the story, sitting next to her she might add. She bit in her lower lip and resisted putting her hand against stiles' forehead to see if he was in fact okay.
If she was honest what she was listening too didn't actually sound like stiles at all. It sounded like something Jackson would do but definitely not stiles. "You sure you're talking about stiles?" She asked and raised her eyebrow at Luke. She found it hard to believe that this was in fact her friend that he was talking about.
Luke went on with the story and she sat there listening before clearing her throat. Don't drink the water. Got it. But what she found harder to believe was what he was saying and that made her worry about stiles. "You okay?" She asked putting her eyes on her ex boyfriend. Teresa worried about everyone, it was either a pain or a gift but at the moment she just had to make sure that stiles was in fact okay.
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Post by Ray on Sept 23, 2015 18:23:03 GMT -7
"Damn sure," Luke replies to Teresa, looking far too pleased with that fact. Stiles is staring off into space, memories sprinkling back into place the longer he thinks about them. He doesn't understand. He doesn't understand. He knows he's done some dumb shit in the past, usually after a couple beers and some goading from his friends, but this is a kind of stupid that Stiles never knew he was capable of.
Jackson drugged him. That's his only explanation. Jackson and Teresa decided to relieve old times, and they slipped him something in his coffee when he wasn't looking. How? Hell if Stiles knows. Jackson's the werewolf, not him. So they drugged him, and Stiles went to Stark Tower and got sick and decided to start a fight on a train for the sheer hell of it, then got an itch for lasagna.
Makes perfect sense.
Except...except Jackson and Teresa would never do that. There never were any drugs. And...
Stiles turns his head slightly, staring towards the closed door of the bathroom, remembering the big spider in the little cup stuffed underneath the sink. Could it...? Some sort of venom, some sort of poison or radioactivity or effect of ultra violet light. He was at Stark Tower, after all. And Stark has a reputation of being full of surprises.
But what the hell does that mean?
He drags his hand roughly down his face, letting it all sink in despite his desire for it all to be an elaborate joke. "Yeah, yeah." He forces out, clasping his hand tightly at his chin. "Yeah, I'm...fine." He admits. Which is what worries him the most. He's fine. Absolutely fine plus ten. He's so fine that he can tell Luke showered with Stiles' Irish Spring bodywash this morning instead of his usual Old Spice, and that he can hear a moth circling the lamp on Luke's desk just out of eyeshot, and see that the wallpaper is starting to peel up in the corner.
See. Glasses.
He lifts his hand to his eyes, but there's no lenses blocking his fingertips. His eyesight has gotten so bad in the last couple of years that he can't go anywhere without them, but now...Right now...he can see Teresa's worried face like it's been spread out before him in HD.
"I uh." He says, dropping his hand suddenly from his face. "I must have just had one to many at lunch yesterday. It's nothing."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Sept 23, 2015 19:14:37 GMT -7
Teresa raised her eyebrow once more when Luke said that he was sure that he was talking about stiles. It didn't make any sense, when was the last time that she had ever heard of stiles doing that? Okay, so mystic had its fair, more than fair, share of monsters coming in and terrorising the town or the vampire and werewolf that used to live in there and use stiles as bait but never had he ever started a fight on purpose.
None of it made sense but it wasn't for her to figure out. They were starting to get somewhat near friendship, even if they had only ever spoken on Facebook, the last thing she wanted to do was ruin it because she went overboard with the worry but she couldn't help but be worried. Maybe she needed to get Jackson down here to talk to him. He was probably the person that stiles would listen too.
"Okay" she said when stiles said that he was actually fine but in honesty she didn't believe a single word of it. None of it made sense but like she said, it wasn't for her to worry about anymore. Stiles had his own life in the city and she would eventually have hers, when she got herself more settled.
"Just please be careful if you start fights" she said after a moment and then said "This place isn't Mystic" meaning that there wasn't going to be a vampire to fix up broken bones or blood loss. There wasn't going to be an alpha werewolf that would make sure no harm came to him. This was the real world, they were both outside of the nightmare land that they both had in their hometown. People got hurt in the real world. People died easily in the real world and she didn't want stiles to be one of them.
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Post by Ray on Sept 23, 2015 20:25:33 GMT -7
Upon hearing her warning, Stiles looks at Teresa in a way he hasn't looked at someone in a very long time. Sad recognition lingers around his eyes, and his lips part with quiet reflection. He hasn't set foot in Mystic in about year. Hasn't seen anyone from Mystic other than Jackson since long before that. Even when he was living there, he'd distanced himself from the pain and the violence and the seemingly never-ending cycle of shit that rained down on them, day in and day out. For a while, Edric had been their saving grace. He'd been the tough, badass, brute that they all relied on. That Stiles had relied on.
Maybe he'd relied a little too much.
But Teresa is right. He's on his own out here. And maybe he's better, or worse, for it.
"Gotcha." Stiles says, planting on a small, somewhat pretend, smile. No more spiders.
Luke looks between them with raised brows, absolutely out of the loop.
Stiles sucks in a sudden breath, and releases it in a whirlwind of words. "How about breakfast? Should I make breakfast? I'm going to make breakfast. Teresa you want breakfast? Luke?" He says all this as he turns on a heel and heads straight for the kitchen, needing to move or run or climb, he can't tell which. He yanks open the fridge and drops his head down inside, looking at the pizza and the beer and the new carton of eggs.
Maybe he could make an all-egg omelet for each of them.
"Thanks Sti, but I'll pass for now. Gotta deadline to meet." Luke says, excusing himself from the couch. "Nice to meet you, Teresa. Keep an eye on him for me." He teases a little, pointing at Stiles' back. Stiles can almost feel it, despite his head resting between a fridge door and a jug of milk. "If you can." Luke adds on with a smile.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Sept 23, 2015 20:40:59 GMT -7
Teresa kept her eyes on him but she could see the look in his. There was some sadness in them, something that she never wanted to see in anyone's eyes. Not anyone of her friends, not in Graeme's and definitely not in Stiles' but sometimes someone can't help it when it moves into their eyes.
Then the moment was gone and he was back to the same old Stiles. Planting that adorable smile on his lips in a way that might have some people fooled but definitely not her, but she wasn't going to push him. If he wanted to talk to someone then she was there, no matter what. All he had to do was pick up a phone and she would be there for him.
Stiles then goes on about making breakfast and suddenly she was transformed back to when they were both in Mystic. Especially when he started to talk too fast and it would have to take someone with super speed to keep up with him but she found it easily enough especially when they had been friends since High School.
"It was nice to meet you too" she said looking over at Luke with a soft smile but she glanced in Stiles' direction when he teased about her keeping an eye on him. "I'll try" she admitted with a soft smile. She definitely was going to try to keep an eye on him but if she couldn't then she definitely knew someone who would make sure that he was okay.
After Luke left she got up and moved her way to the small kitchen. "How about we go out for breakfast,my treat, then you can show me around the City." It was probably better than sitting here worried about Stiles. At least then she will be with him if anything happens. She bit on her lip and kept her eyes on his back. Would he actually want to go out to breakfast with her? Or would that actually be pushing it a bit too much?
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Post by Ray on Sept 23, 2015 20:54:43 GMT -7
Stiles lifts his head just enough to peek over the fridge door back at Teresa. She's since walked into the kitchen to join him, watching him as he digs through a breakfast-less fridge. He could whip together pancakes, except he has no syrup. He could do scrambled eggs, but that'd be a whole lotta eggs and whole lotta nothing else. But Teresa is offering to take him out, her treat, for an actual meal that doesn't involve leftovers. Stiles stands up straight, a little slowly, and raises his brows at the offer. "Oh." He says, having not actually thought of that. Truth be told, he wasn't even really all that hungry.
Then again, he did have half a lasagna.
"Yeah, sure." He smiles a little sheepishly, closing the fridge door. "But uh...my treat." He corrects, pointing at his own chest. "You already bought the coffees. Least I can do. Especially after..." He waves his hand a little dismissively towards the living room, not even really wanting to talk about all the shit Luke told him.
He's still trying to work his mind around it, and failing.
"But first." He tugs at the collar of his shirt and lifts it to his nose, taking a quick whiff. He smells...surprisingly clean. As if sometime between the subway fight, lasagna, and passing out in his underwear on his bed, he took a good, long shower. He's surprised. Grateful, but still surprised. Usually he can barely manage enough time for a shower before work every morning. "Okay. Nevermind. I'm good." He huffs out a slight laugh. He pats the pockets of his jeans, and finds that his wallet is still there from the day before, glad that that's not missing like his glasses and his dignity. "There's a place that specializes in crepes about a block from here. Sound good to you?"
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Sept 23, 2015 21:11:45 GMT -7
Teresa smiled as she waited for him to actually answer whether he wanted to go out for breakfast or whatever he had in his fridge would be enough. Then watched as he smiled sheepishly and huffed out a soft laugh. Of course he would insist that he brought the breakfast. She then looked over at the coffee table when he mentioned about the coffees and then shrugged. "Everyone could do with a bit of coffee in the morning" she admitted with a smile. Even she could do with the black stuff a little more than she used too.
It was always about tea for her. Always getting different flavours whenever she went shopping but she always came back to the one that she liked Camomile. It helped her sleep and relaxed her mind in a way that nothing else ever could. She had begun drinking it during the time that Graeme had left and she would have panic attacks. It had been a rough time but it definitely calmed her down a hell of a lot, where as coffee made her jittery as hell but there was days when she needed to drink it. "But if you insist on buying breakfast then I'm not going to hurt your pride" she teased in a way she used to do before grinning and grabbing her handbag from the couch and her coffee. "I know how you males insist on getting breakfast" she said as she put the strap on her shoulder but her actual bag was resting against her right hip.
Teresa watched as he smelt the collar of his shirt and couldn't help but chuckle under her breath. It was so typical of Stiles. She had found him doing that a couple of times when they lived together. She cleared her throat before looking up when he said that he smelt fine. "I'm fine with anything, you know me, I love food" she said with a smile before moving back towards the door. Anything to do with food, it had her name on. She could eat a greasy burger and not scream about the fact it could go to her hips. Even though she liked to run, that was mostly to keep her brain active and it had, in the beginning, been the best way to escape her father. Now she just kept up with it, sometimes she would even take her bow and arrow with her for some practice. But she was a long way from doing that here in New York City.
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