[Scowling in the face of that (logical, reasonable) argument, Cain drops the necklace from his fist.]
Screw that. If I can't sell it, I'll use it.
[It's said mostly to himself as he turns half-away, narrow eyed and huffy. As much as he may be craving nicotine, it's worth the small sacrifice, if it means he'll have fire protection. No way is he giving that up.
Cain is prepared to walk away when he catches a glimpse of the face of that device.]
Hey, where'd you get a map? [Enjoy a buff, bare-chested man crowding in to look at it.] My shit didn't come with one.
[ Well, so much for his bluff. This guy seems determined to hang on to the necklace. Stiles could always try to lift it, but the Turnskin is still wearing it; he doesn’t have nearly enough experience with pickpocketing to attempt a stunt so bold. Still, he’s a little peeved by the fact a temporary newbie is getting such a useful item. With an internal huff of irritation, he forces himself to let go of the idea. No need to get possessive over an enchantment Jonas can definitely figure out. ]
Dude, give me some breathing room, [ comes the grumpy complaint. ] You smell like wet dog.
[ Patently false. Stiles is just being a brat now. ]
And it’s my map. I took a picture of it with the watch when I first arrived.
[Let other people have nice things every once in a while.]
You smell like dirt and sweat, so we're even. [This comes with a flashy grin, determinedly not moving away. He has no issue with personal space, and in fact has employed lesser means as an intimidation tactic in other, similarly petty scenarios.
Also, he doesn't know what 'wet dog' smells like, let alone much of anything about animals... even if the insulting context is transparent.] I'll just take a picture of yours. No big deal, c'mon. It'll take two seconds.
[ Why. Why must everyone insist that he smells like dirt. Stiles practices excellent personal hygiene. He showers every day. He brushes his teeth each morning and night. He wears deodorant. Why is this happening to him. Won’t someone tell him he smells like flowers instead!? ]
No, [ he snaps, hurriedly closing out of the image on his watch. ] I don’t like you.
[ As far as retorts go, this one is dated back to preschool era – but it’s true. ]
First you haul me through a BONFIRE. Next you yell at me and throw me around. Then you refuse to give up your necklace. You suck.
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Screw that. If I can't sell it, I'll use it.
[It's said mostly to himself as he turns half-away, narrow eyed and huffy. As much as he may be craving nicotine, it's worth the small sacrifice, if it means he'll have fire protection. No way is he giving that up.
Cain is prepared to walk away when he catches a glimpse of the face of that device.]
Hey, where'd you get a map? [Enjoy a buff, bare-chested man crowding in to look at it.] My shit didn't come with one.
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Dude, give me some breathing room, [ comes the grumpy complaint. ] You smell like wet dog.
[ Patently false. Stiles is just being a brat now. ]
And it’s my map. I took a picture of it with the watch when I first arrived.
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You smell like dirt and sweat, so we're even. [This comes with a flashy grin, determinedly not moving away. He has no issue with personal space, and in fact has employed lesser means as an intimidation tactic in other, similarly petty scenarios.
Also, he doesn't know what 'wet dog' smells like, let alone much of anything about animals... even if the insulting context is transparent.] I'll just take a picture of yours. No big deal, c'mon. It'll take two seconds.
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No, [ he snaps, hurriedly closing out of the image on his watch. ] I don’t like you.
[ As far as retorts go, this one is dated back to preschool era – but it’s true. ]
First you haul me through a BONFIRE. Next you yell at me and throw me around. Then you refuse to give up your necklace. You suck.
[ Stiles is in desperate need of naptime. ]