[ That gaze feels as heavy as a corporal touch on his wounded shoulder; mouth tightening marginally, Stiles angles the right side of his body away from the stranger. When he first came to consciousness within the dream, he’d attempted to staunch the bleeding with the remains of his shirt. Unfortunately, every time that topmost right limb so much as twitches, the movement stretches the tender skin of the injury and reopens it. At this point, he doesn’t know what to do about it other than ignore the discomfort – but the way the stranger drew attention by looking at it… Stiles grits his teeth. ]
Yup. [ Popping the “p” with faux cheer. ] Sure do.
[ This man was a shinobi. Through narrowed eyes, Stiles gives him a skeptical onceover. Age can be difficult to discern, especially in a world where so many disparate realities meet, but the stranger doesn’t look that much older than Sasuke. And though this may be the influence of prevalent themes in modern pop culture speaking: Stiles has a feeling people don’t just retire from being a shinobi. ]
How do you know Sasuke? [ he asks, because it’s more important to him than learning whether or not the stranger is dead in their home world. ]
no subject
Yup. [ Popping the “p” with faux cheer. ] Sure do.
[ This man was a shinobi. Through narrowed eyes, Stiles gives him a skeptical onceover. Age can be difficult to discern, especially in a world where so many disparate realities meet, but the stranger doesn’t look that much older than Sasuke. And though this may be the influence of prevalent themes in modern pop culture speaking: Stiles has a feeling people don’t just retire from being a shinobi. ]
How do you know Sasuke? [ he asks, because it’s more important to him than learning whether or not the stranger is dead in their home world. ]