[ how does he even PUT these ON. eren's reaction time is only mildly skewed with the water being drizzled onto them and smoothing his growing hair, so catching them before they took over his head was plausible, it not for the ripped legs just— flying around with the momentum. he's . . . he's still got his shoes on. help.
at most, he considers stiles' stuttering is out of having actually ripped his pants off. there's nothing new on his body when all the scouts carried the same, uniform type. when will he ever be horny? stay tuned. he's trying to figure out how to still use these pants, or at the very least—. hm. time to shoulder off his blazer. improvise. adapt. overcome. ]
It's more focused than what I'm used to. [ what do you mean he's used to heat explosions! ah, but there's something he's beginning to notice as he opens his blazer and hugs it around his waist, tying the sleeves. he's looking stiles up and down, but for a different reason. ] How much can you lift?
[ Thank shit that Eren seems to have come up with a temporary solution to the no-pants situation. Stiles is striving not to glance in the general direction of the other boy’s groin, but it’s – no pun intended – hard. It was one thing when he was stuck in the locker room with the other guys on the lacrosse team, naked and sweaty. It’s completely another now when he’s more comfortable with his not-so-heterosexual sexuality. But my, doesn’t Eren’s hair look so glossy and fine when soaked through like this?
Focus, Stilinski. ]
D-did you seriously just ask me how much can I lift?
[ Is this a meme. Is he being meme’d.
Squinting suspiciously, Stiles grabs the edge of his own shirt and wrings it out…even as the sprinklers continue to water down everything. Thanks sprinklers. ]
I dunno… Not a ton? I’ve never actually tried to calculate the exact weight. Why?
[ eren's brow lifts sharply— yes? maybe there's water in his ears, but, at least that won't be much of a problem anymore. the system is shutting down leaving them on a squeaky, slippery surface only bound to slide across . . . ]
Because you ripped my pants off. [ that's some pretty stronk focused energy there, but emeralds would be emeralds? though eren didn't know that and waves it off. he's not exactly upset that his pants were that ripped if there was the chance he could get them replaced easier than he could replace his clothes back home, and, not wanting to convey any ill feeling: ] C'mon, if they have extra pants, they have something to dry you with.
[ And naturally, Stiles does slide across the wet surface of the observation deck, his sneakers squelching in protest as he nearly falls flat on his damn face. ]
I didn’t rip them off, [ he begins with a huff, ] the vines did.
[ Because there’s apparently a difference, even when the vines came from his own body. Listen, don’t argue with him, okay? Stiles isn’t adapting to this new world where he has superpowers very gracefully. But he’s content to follow Eren, lightly complaining all the while about his wet clothes – which inevitably leads to a one-sided conversation about stiff nipples, which then degrades into rambling about every inane thought that comes to mind. Sorry, Eren. Hey, it’s better than silence, right? Right. ]
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at most, he considers stiles' stuttering is out of having actually ripped his pants off. there's nothing new on his body when all the scouts carried the same, uniform type. when will he ever be horny? stay tuned. he's trying to figure out how to still use these pants, or at the very least—. hm. time to shoulder off his blazer. improvise. adapt. overcome. ]
It's more focused than what I'm used to. [ what do you mean he's used to heat explosions! ah, but there's something he's beginning to notice as he opens his blazer and hugs it around his waist, tying the sleeves. he's looking stiles up and down, but for a different reason. ] How much can you lift?
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Focus, Stilinski. ]
D-did you seriously just ask me how much can I lift?
[ Is this a meme. Is he being meme’d.
Squinting suspiciously, Stiles grabs the edge of his own shirt and wrings it out…even as the sprinklers continue to water down everything. Thanks sprinklers. ]
I dunno… Not a ton? I’ve never actually tried to calculate the exact weight. Why?
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Because you ripped my pants off. [ that's some pretty stronk focused energy there, but emeralds would be emeralds? though eren didn't know that and waves it off. he's not exactly upset that his pants were that ripped if there was the chance he could get them replaced easier than he could replace his clothes back home, and, not wanting to convey any ill feeling: ] C'mon, if they have extra pants, they have something to dry you with.
/fin ❤
I didn’t rip them off, [ he begins with a huff, ] the vines did.
[ Because there’s apparently a difference, even when the vines came from his own body. Listen, don’t argue with him, okay? Stiles isn’t adapting to this new world where he has superpowers very gracefully. But he’s content to follow Eren, lightly complaining all the while about his wet clothes – which inevitably leads to a one-sided conversation about stiff nipples, which then degrades into rambling about every inane thought that comes to mind. Sorry, Eren. Hey, it’s better than silence, right? Right. ]
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he's right. ]