[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ With a small step forward, Derek folds his arms. He doesn’t look particularly impressed by Stiles’ reaction time, but he doesn’t look pissed off either. ]
You should have been faster than that.
[ He doesn’t sound particularly angry either. More indifferent than anything else really. ]
We'll start with your senses. First lesson, hearing.
[ Just slowly raises an eyebrow at the word ‘ninja’. Come on now, this sort of entrance isn’t new. He used to do it all the time, it should have been expected.
That said he’s not going to call Stiles out on it. ]
How do you think?
[ He doesn’t wait for answer before pulling out a few strips of ripped material from one of his pockets. Closely followed by a handful of nails from another. ]
I'm going to drop these, and you're going to tell me which direction the sound came from.
[ If it’s some sort of sexual innuendo, it’s definitely better left unsaid. Derek’s aware of how the set-up looks, but given the resources in the city it’s the best he can do.
He waves the strips of material as though they’re the obvious answer to the question. Which they kind of are. ]
[ Rolling his eyes so hard, you don't even know. This is the level of maturity this lesson has sunk to?
He bites back an incredibly an insulting remark as moves to blindfold Stiles. ]
Don't sound so happy about it.
[ Okay, maybe he tightens the thing a little too tightly and really yanks on the ends to tie the material. It’s his way of venting. Returning an immature action for an immature comment. ]
[Well, at least he can't see, now. Still, Stiles flexes his hands, just trying to center himself. There is a flash of panic for a moment, but he quells it quickly enough, instead, just listening.]
[ He doesn’t move right away, instead he just hovers nearby until Stiles is calm. ]
Good. Now remember, you need to focus.
[ There’s an unspoken ‘to the best of your ability’ line tacked on at the end. Derek’s aware of the focusing issue, but he’s also seen the teenager be oddly focused at times. It’s a matter of finding a temporary balance between the two states.
He settles into his new-found standing spot before starting to drop the nails. To the left, to start off simple. ]
[ No such thing as 'correct' here. It's either good, bad or nearly. Silently he moves to another position and starts once again, standing a little further back this time. Behind him. ]
[Stiles wants to turn around, but he won't. Because he doesn't want to get disoriented. He also knows that this is going to get harder, so he needs to try and just be one point on the compass.]
[ Instead of responding again, Derek took another step back and paused. It was clear that Stiles could get the basic directions down and he could pinpoint a small sound within a relatively silent room.
That was one thing. Narrowing down a sound in an everyday situation was a little more complicated than that. ]
I want you to tell me the direction of the third nail this time.
[ One thrown around Stiles to clatter in front of him. A second tossed to the left. The third thrown behind and to the right. Before a fourth and fifth were thrown together to the front-left. ]
[Stiles frowns for a moment, and counts by tapping his fingers against his thigh. It's like playing a weird game of simon, isn't it? Just focus for a little while; come on Stiles.]
Uh--behind...right?
[He stopped listening after the third one was thrown, so hopefully he won't be asked to name the others.]
[ As pointless as the action is, Derek ends up nodding before he can really think the action through. ]
Good.
[ He starts moving to pick up the nails. Keeping quiet for the most part but occasionally stomping just to see whether Stiles will react to the sound or not. ]
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I guess you'll just smell me out, right?
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[ In other words, yes, but he's not going to admit to smelling anyone. ]
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Really?
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You should have been faster than that.
[ He doesn’t sound particularly angry either. More indifferent than anything else really. ]
We'll start with your senses. First lesson, hearing.
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[He puts up a hand.]
But I get it, I get it. Be aware of all surroundings. [He tries to be, but not always easy when he gets distracted.]
Okay. So--hearing. How do I uh...train with that.
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That said he’s not going to call Stiles out on it. ]
How do you think?
[ He doesn’t wait for answer before pulling out a few strips of ripped material from one of his pockets. Closely followed by a handful of nails from another. ]
I'm going to drop these, and you're going to tell me which direction the sound came from.
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Okay, but shouldn't you blindfold me, first?
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He waves the strips of material as though they’re the obvious answer to the question. Which they kind of are. ]
Unless I can trust you to keep your eyes shut.
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I don't trust myself to keep my eyes shut. So come on, tie me up!
[Okay he almost made it.]
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He bites back an incredibly an insulting remark as moves to blindfold Stiles. ]
Don't sound so happy about it.
[ Okay, maybe he tightens the thing a little too tightly and really yanks on the ends to tie the material. It’s his way of venting. Returning an immature action for an immature comment. ]
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[Well, at least he can't see, now. Still, Stiles flexes his hands, just trying to center himself. There is a flash of panic for a moment, but he quells it quickly enough, instead, just listening.]
Okay, I'm ready.
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Good. Now remember, you need to focus.
[ There’s an unspoken ‘to the best of your ability’ line tacked on at the end. Derek’s aware of the focusing issue, but he’s also seen the teenager be oddly focused at times. It’s a matter of finding a temporary balance between the two states.
He settles into his new-found standing spot before starting to drop the nails. To the left, to start off simple. ]
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[Really, he is. This isn't easy for him; again he misses his damn drugs.
But still, he lets out a breath and listens, chewing on his bottom lip.]
Left.
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[ No such thing as 'correct' here. It's either good, bad or nearly. Silently he moves to another position and starts once again, standing a little further back this time. Behind him. ]
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[Stiles wants to turn around, but he won't. Because he doesn't want to get disoriented. He also knows that this is going to get harder, so he needs to try and just be one point on the compass.]
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That was one thing. Narrowing down a sound in an everyday situation was a little more complicated than that. ]
I want you to tell me the direction of the third nail this time.
[ One thrown around Stiles to clatter in front of him. A second tossed to the left. The third thrown behind and to the right. Before a fourth and fifth were thrown together to the front-left. ]
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Uh--behind...right?
[He stopped listening after the third one was thrown, so hopefully he won't be asked to name the others.]
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Good.
[ He starts moving to pick up the nails. Keeping quiet for the most part but occasionally stomping just to see whether Stiles will react to the sound or not. ]
How many went landed in front of you?
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[Stiles is probably wrong. And he does flinch at the stomps, but it's minor.]
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Good.
[ Once again he tosses the five nails, each one going to the same place as before. This time though he's loudly walking whilst throwing. ]
Fourth nail.
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[Stiles tries to think through it.]
To my left? Or--or no, front? front.
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