[ 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. ]
[ Once again he starts going around and picking up the nails. Isn't this initial practice riveting? ]
You okay to keep going?
[ Attention-span obstacles in mind, he's willing to deviate from his usual training method. Keeping things short and frequent instead of marathon sessions every now and then. ]
[ Take away one sense and essentially train the others to adapt. Lose one’s sight; rely more on hearing and, in most cases, touch. ]
Make the most of it, this is the easy part.
[ Eventually they’d need to move onto planned scenarios, something in public with a lot of distractions. That was for another day though. He throws six nails and loudly walks whilst doing so. Two to the back, a third to the front-left, a fourth and fifth to the right, and the last one back to the front -left. ]
Fourth nail.
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[ Derek shakes his head, regardless of the fact that the action can’t be seen. ]
Bad. Try again.
[ Once again he goes through the motions. Despite initially considering the idea of hints, he doesn’t want to lead the training too much. Which is why he doesn’t mention the nail number that Stiles did identify. ]
[ Second time is the charm right? Once again he tosses several nails out, this time loudly stomping in the other direction. First to the back-left, second to the front-left, third and fourth the front-right and the last one ends up landing next to Stiles. ]
Second nail.
[ If he starts humming a nonsensical tune while he's waiting for an answer, well, it's to place another distraction into the mix. ]
[Stiles is trying to keep his anxiousness down. This isn't easy for him, and it's getting harder. And that's a good thing, right? Derek thinks he can handle this, he can probably handle it.
He just has to try and focus.]
It's--front.
Front left?
[He brings his hands up to his hair, sliding through the strands. Come on, Stiles, you can do this.]
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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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[ At least he's kind enough to repeat the nail throwing process for the second try. ]
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[Does that work? He doesn't sound entirely sure.]
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[ Once again he starts going around and picking up the nails. Isn't this initial practice riveting? ]
You okay to keep going?
[ Attention-span obstacles in mind, he's willing to deviate from his usual training method. Keeping things short and frequent instead of marathon sessions every now and then. ]
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[He's doing okay. He feels a little tension in his shoulders, but somehow--]
It sound stupid, but the blindfold is actually helping me focus.
Maybe because I can't see.
[Takes out one of his senses.]
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[ Take away one sense and essentially train the others to adapt. Lose one’s sight; rely more on hearing and, in most cases, touch. ]
Make the most of it, this is the easy part.
[ Eventually they’d need to move onto planned scenarios, something in public with a lot of distractions. That was for another day though. He throws six nails and loudly walks whilst doing so. Two to the back, a third to the front-left, a fourth and fifth to the right, and the last one back to the front -left. ]
Fourth nail.
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Front left?
[He's pretty sure he's wrong. But he does know one went over there, at least.]
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Bad. Try again.
[ Once again he goes through the motions. Despite initially considering the idea of hints, he doesn’t want to lead the training too much. Which is why he doesn’t mention the nail number that Stiles did identify. ]
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[He listens better this time--he has to be right.]
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[ Second time is the charm right? Once again he tosses several nails out, this time loudly stomping in the other direction. First to the back-left, second to the front-left, third and fourth the front-right and the last one ends up landing next to Stiles. ]
Second nail.
[ If he starts humming a nonsensical tune while he's waiting for an answer, well, it's to place another distraction into the mix. ]
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He just has to try and focus.]
It's--front.
Front left?
[He brings his hands up to his hair, sliding through the strands. Come on, Stiles, you can do this.]
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Good.
[ Another pause as he double-checks on Stiles’ physical condition. He looks fine but that doesn’t stop Derek from asking again. ]
Still okay?
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[He lets out a breath, then shakes his head. No making excuses. He can't do that during a fight.]
Let's keep going.
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