3rd Floor Common Room | Thursday Evening

[robinonadderall]

Despite looking and acting like a complete nerd, Stiles did really have a love for sports. He just sucked at playing them for the most part. So he was actually pretty excited about college football starting up tonight and had the TV in the common room playing ESPN so he could maybe pick up bits and pieces of the game. Bits and pieces because Stiles

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[dollpocalypse]

"So," Topher declared, claiming a spot on the couch that might potentially allow for a view of Stiles' laptop screen, "you were right about that jock guy being kind of a dick. As many jocks are."

[robinonadderall]

"Oh man you met Jackson?" Stiles' voice was full of pity, yes. "Was he in the 'angry yelling jock' mood today or the 'I don't understand anything you're saying because you're an idiot' mood?"

[dollpocalypse]

"Second one, for sure," Topher said decisively. "With a side order of hugging his hockey stick. Or whatever that sport is."

Not hockey!

[robinonadderall]

"Lacrosse," Stiles answered. "Hockey is played on ice. Jackson and I were on the lacrosse team together back home."

[dollpocalypse]

"For real?" Huh. "You don't look like an... athlete-type person."

Not 'jock,' see, because Stiles kind of looked like the opposite of a jock. Whatever the word for that was. Geek, probably.

[robinonadderall]

"I have many layers," Stiles said. "I'm like one of those Russian dolls, except I don't have women inside me...wait, I don't have anyone inside me, ever!"

Stiles, stop talking.

[dollpocalypse]

"...Are you sure?" Topher was totally taking advantage of the fact that he'd finally met someone flailier than he was, yes. "I'm not judging. This is a judgment-free zone."

[robinonadderall]

"Yes I'm sure!" Oh yes, there was a flail. "I mean, hey, if people want other people inside them that's great but it hasn't happened to me."

Stiles hadn't even gotten in a good hand holding yet.

[dollpocalypse]

Yep. Yep, that flailing was super amusing. Topher was very glad this conversation was happening.

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to empathize?" he asked. While possibly trying not to laugh at suddenly having this rare insight into what he must look like to other people, yes.

[robinonadderall]

"Dude, I don't care about empathy, I just want the subject veered away from this sort of stuff!" Stuff that proved Stiles was the biggest virgin ever. "Veer, veer!"

[dollpocalypse]

"Veering!" Topher promised, laughing. Because yes, these mannerisms were very familiar, Stiles. Like, very. "So... whatcha Googling?"

THERE, THAT WAS A BETTER TOPIC. Only not.

[robinonadderall]

"Uhhhhhhhhhh." Yeah that was the bad kind of veering. "Wanna talk about my lack of sex life again?"

[dollpocalypse]

"I do not," Topher replied.

That was helpful, wasn't it?

[robinonadderall]

"Are you gonna leave it alone if I say it's personal?" Come on now, Stiles.

[dollpocalypse]

"Not now that you've confirmed that it has nothing to do with your sex life!" Topher said cheerfully.

[robinonadderall]

"Oh for the love of god." Was this how he came off to other people? No wonder Derek shoved him into stuff all the time.

"I'm...okay, I'm looking up ways to cover my scent," he said. "And, yes, I know I smell fine, Olive confirmed this. I mean, like, the kind of scents animals track you by."