Stop talking about comic books or I'll kill you
Stiles is sitting in his room, engaged in a heated gunfight on his XBOX, yelling into his headset. His dad isn't home, so he's cursing freely, half-dressed and thinking nothing of it. He really isn't expecting anyone, besides the pizza guy.
Jackson's threatened to beat him within an inch of his life, but, been there done that. Stiles has just stopped talking to him, ignoring his threats and pretending like that isn't going to come back and bite him in the ass later. Because it probably will, and it wasn't like he could say he hadn't seen it coming. But so far, Jackson hadn't acted, so that was something, right?
"Aw, come on! Seriously? How did you assholes not cover the goddamn flank!" Stiles throws his controller down in disgust before quickly picking it back up, regretting that decision as the next blitz hits him from the right of his screen.
Jackson's threatened to beat him within an inch of his life, but, been there done that. Stiles has just stopped talking to him, ignoring his threats and pretending like that isn't going to come back and bite him in the ass later. Because it probably will, and it wasn't like he could say he hadn't seen it coming. But so far, Jackson hadn't acted, so that was something, right?
"Aw, come on! Seriously? How did you assholes not cover the goddamn flank!" Stiles throws his controller down in disgust before quickly picking it back up, regretting that decision as the next blitz hits him from the right of his screen.