[ From the couple of times that Derek has run into him, he seems like a nice enough kid. He might laugh a little but Derek can't picture him as actively taunting or teasing Stiles over it. ]
[Really, Roddy might even want to learn, too. It's not like rats really have good fighting skills.]
I'll just go through my lacrosse stretches.
[Stiles rummages and pulls out the lighter that is in one of the drawers, lighting the gas flame. He puts the frying pan over the flame, and then puts the sausages in it.]
Do you want a little char on yours, or no?
[Some people like their sausages like that. He does.]
[Really, Derek is putting a lot of trust into him; considering how weird Stiles can be about some things he eats, saying he'd eat it however Stiles does is a risk. Still, luckily for Derek, he isn't that weird when it comes to this.
He turns them over now and again with a fork, working on getting them nice and cooked, with only a tiny bit of char--nothing too serious.
After a few minutes he takes them off the heat, putting it down on a plate.]
Well, eat up.
[It's only after he makes them he realizes that he probably should have made more than two. Well, he can always make more.]
[ 10% trust into Stiles making something actually edible. 90% disinterest because he’ll eat the thing even if it does turn out to be an otherwise inedible object. Waste not, want not. Honestly, he’s seen people eat cereal with ketchup; a little burn will not destroy a sausage for him.
Speaking of food, Derek wastes no time in throwing Stiles an appreciative nod before picking his designated sausage up with his fingers. And then he promptly devours it. Werewolf eating habits, manners are optional and 'wolfing it down' is more than a figurative expression. ]
[ And there's an awkward, out of place nod. It's a talent of his really, questioning things when they're actually going well and messing everything up in the process. ]
[ That is the question, isn't it? What else is there to really say? Well, extended conversation or not, Derek will hang around for a little longer before finally excusing himself. It's not as though he has anything else to do with his free time. ]
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[He pushes into the kitchen, quirking an eyebrow as he walks towards one of the storage areas.
Because he knows what 'solo practice' used to mean to him but that definitely isn't what Derek means.]
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Going over what we've practised. I can give you a couple of exercises to do on your own time if you want.
[ Just so Stiles has something productive to burn energy on. ]
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[But still, he finally grabs two sausages from the stash, starting over towards the stove.]
I guess doing some cardio couldn't hurt, either.
[Running stairs.]
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[ From the couple of times that Derek has run into him, he seems like a nice enough kid. He might laugh a little but Derek can't picture him as actively taunting or teasing Stiles over it. ]
Just remember to stretch beforehand.
[ And don't trip up the stairs. That too. ]
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[Really, Roddy might even want to learn, too. It's not like rats really have good fighting skills.]
I'll just go through my lacrosse stretches.
[Stiles rummages and pulls out the lighter that is in one of the drawers, lighting the gas flame. He puts the frying pan over the flame, and then puts the sausages in it.]
Do you want a little char on yours, or no?
[Some people like their sausages like that. He does.]
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He gives a short nod in agreement to Stiles' suggestion. For the time being so long as he does something to warm up, he should be fine. ]
I'll have them however you're making them.
[ Food is food. He's been eating the spoilt items up until now, he's hardly going to care whether an in-date sausage is crispy or not. ]
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[Really, Derek is putting a lot of trust into him; considering how weird Stiles can be about some things he eats, saying he'd eat it however Stiles does is a risk. Still, luckily for Derek, he isn't that weird when it comes to this.
He turns them over now and again with a fork, working on getting them nice and cooked, with only a tiny bit of char--nothing too serious.
After a few minutes he takes them off the heat, putting it down on a plate.]
Well, eat up.
[It's only after he makes them he realizes that he probably should have made more than two. Well, he can always make more.]
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Speaking of food, Derek wastes no time in throwing Stiles an appreciative nod before picking his designated sausage up with his fingers. And then he promptly devours it. Werewolf eating habits, manners are optional and 'wolfing it down' is more than a figurative expression. ]
Thanks.
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[Stiles moves to take a more careful bite out of his, then finally offers.]
I can make you a couple more, if you want?
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Why are you trying to drag this out?
[ It's a question of genuine curiosity. Somehow they've gone from parting at the end of a lesson to having snacks afterwards. ]
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[Stiles blinks, a bit taken back.]
I just--I thought we were having a good time?
[Was he stalling? He didn't--was he?]
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[ And that line just sounds incredibly awkward coming from him. ]
You normally rush off after a session though.
[ In other words, why are you hanging out with him? Like literally hanging out, no research involved. ]
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[Why are you making this awkward, Derek.]
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Okay.
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[Stiles shrugs, taking another bite of his own sausage.]
I'm going to get a shower after this. But we can fight tomorrow?
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So long as we're still here and everything remains stable, we'll go again tomorrow.
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[Stiles gives a grin, and then moves to go check on the food again. Because really, what else is there to say right now?]
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