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[oralfixations]

CONTACT: stiles.stilinski@compass.net
MESSAGE: Before you say anything

yes I have other friends and yes I know I bug you for favors a lot.

But I was wondering if you'd do something for me.

[selfassured]

If you have other friends to ask, why you bothering me.

[oralfixations]

Because they can't help me with this?

[Well they could, but Stiles really doesn't want to deal with the stupid 'dance club' or whatever Scott and Jackson are involved with. That isn't his style. He'd rather get his ass kicked training in private.

He also trusts Derek with this more, anyways.]

Look, I'm just--I was wondering if you could train me. You know. Hand to hand. Self defense. The like.

[Allison offered, but getting his ass kicked by a girl isn't his idea of fun. She can help him with guns or something.]

[selfassured]

You want me to train you.

[ Odd request given Derek's terrible fighting record and his history of using incredibly violent training methods. Something is clearly missing here. ]

Why?

[oralfixations]

Because I trust you?

And honestly, that's like my number one thing on this. Scott keep shacking up with that stupid training group and I don't trust any of those assholes.

[selfassured]

[ Slight delay as he thinks it over. ]

Okay.

But you have to listen to me. If you start questioning everything that I ask you to do, that’ll be the end of it.

[oralfixations]

Okay, that's fair enough. I won't question everything, as long as you remember I'm not a werewolf and can break easier.

[selfassured]

I'll remember. Whether 'you' remember that is another thing entirely.

[oralfixations]

Oh trust me, I am well aware of that fact, these days.

[selfassured]

How many times have you died here?

[ Yes, this is relevant to the whole 'break easier' thing. ]

[oralfixations]

Zero, thank you very much.

[He came close, twice. But he survived.]

[selfassured]

And you've been here how long?

[oralfixations]

Almost ten months. The entire time on the ship, and now the city.

[selfassured]

I was dead within a month.

Still think you're 'easily breakable'?

[oralfixations]

[Well, Stiles didn't expect that this is where the conversation was going to go.

It causes him to pause, for a moment. There is a spark of pride in his chest, because, well...Derek is right.

And he was surprised that he even would say it; but he appreciates it.

He also isn't really cool with the idea that Derek died, but hey, he doubted Derek would want him mentioning it.]

I guess not. When you put it like that.

Thanks. I mean--in advance.

[selfassured]

Don't mention it.

[ Literally. This part of the conversation never happened as far as he's concerned. ]

[oralfixations]

I won't.

So...when do you want to start?

[See? He's not mentioning it.]

[selfassured]

Today. Pick a meeting spot.

[oralfixations]

Uh--there has to be an abandon classroom. Second floor?

[selfassured]

Fine. Choose one and i'll meet you there.

action?

[oralfixations]

Fine.

I guess you'll just smell me out, right?

action!

[selfassured]

Something like that.

[ In other words, yes, but he's not going to admit to smelling anyone. ]

action!

[oralfixations]

[Well, Stiles shows up, stressed in a pair of sweat pants that really have seen better days. He just--hasn't been able to get a lot of clothing. Most stuff was ruined during the last dust up, so he's just been making due with what he could grab here and there.]

action!

[selfassured]

[ Derek on the other hand shows up in the least practical clothing possible, jeans and what appears to be a dress shirt. Instead of walking in like a normal person though, he sneaks in and then proceeds to just stand there. Counting how long it takes for Stiles to notice. ]

action!

[oralfixations]

[It takes Stiles a minute, but he starts feeling a wary sensation creeping up the back of his neck. He turns, and instead of jumping, as he might have, a long time ago, he just lets out a sigh, spreading his arms out.]

Really?