[ The pregnant pause that follows his summary – with Hei staring at him like an absolute creep – has Stiles reaching an abrupt, final conclusion. Something is off about this guy; do not interact. For once in his life, common sense wins over curiosity. He wordlessly turns away from the young man to address the food stall owner, ordering a mince pie with beef. After paying for the pie, he gestures for Hei to approach the stall counter and wait for it to be prepared. ]
Enjoy.
[ The word is uttered with flat disinterest, his only farewell as Stiles exits the line and begins walking in the direction opposite of the fortune teller booth. Talking to Hei has left him feeling crabby and unsettled. The less time spent in the other man’s presence, the better. He should be sleeping at this hour anyway. And so, Stiles determines to do just as Hei suggested: forget they met. ]
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Enjoy.
[ The word is uttered with flat disinterest, his only farewell as Stiles exits the line and begins walking in the direction opposite of the fortune teller booth. Talking to Hei has left him feeling crabby and unsettled. The less time spent in the other man’s presence, the better. He should be sleeping at this hour anyway. And so, Stiles determines to do just as Hei suggested: forget they met. ]