[ Though he hasn’t put two and two together yet, the existence of the vines slowly saps his Manna and drains him of energy. As he becomes increasingly fatigued, Stiles instinctively starts to tug on them, retracting the vines into his palms from where they burst through. The action is absentminded, most of his attention focused on Eren – until the other young man points out the danger. Eyes wide, Stiles frantically looks at the vines in search of the fire, only to find none. The vines seem fine, if somewhat dejected from being thwarted messing with Eren. ]
Where do you see…? [ he begins hesitantly, then finally spots the ember nestled in one of the vine tips, nearly invisible to him from his angle. ] Shit.
[ The vines, picking up on his surge of panic, begin to writhe wildly like out-of-control firefighter hoses, making his intervention near impossible. All the while, Eren’s pocket continues to smolder. Eventually, after wrangling the vine in question to the ground and rolling aggressively over it to smother the ember, Stiles saves the day. Or, at least, does so in his mind. ]
Christ, that was – uh. [ Now he’s noticed Eren’s predicament. ] Dude, I think you’re on fire.
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Where do you see…? [ he begins hesitantly, then finally spots the ember nestled in one of the vine tips, nearly invisible to him from his angle. ] Shit.
[ The vines, picking up on his surge of panic, begin to writhe wildly like out-of-control firefighter hoses, making his intervention near impossible. All the while, Eren’s pocket continues to smolder. Eventually, after wrangling the vine in question to the ground and rolling aggressively over it to smother the ember, Stiles saves the day. Or, at least, does so in his mind. ]
Christ, that was – uh. [ Now he’s noticed Eren’s predicament. ] Dude, I think you’re on fire.