Anything having to do with the word FREE was like a beacon to Stiles. It could wake him up from a deep sleep and stop him from hibernating like a bear... if, in fact, he'd done either of those things recently. Which he hadn't. Thank god he has school to try to pay attention to, after everything that had happened in this village.
He still wasn't back to normal, but Deaton had said they likely never would be.
Anyway, Stiles was walking back to the hotel after a class at the magic school and happened to pass by the sign at the antique store. He definitely didn't need any antique items for his room, but he'd pretend to in order to get one of those delicious brownies.
He hadn't even gone inside yet, instead he was standing in front of the window, practically drooling.
"Really? Awesome, thanks!" Hey, she didn't have to tell him twice. Stiles was in the door and headed over to the table by the time she finished her sentence.
He doesn't look at her in any way that's demeaning- Stiles was probably the least demeaning person in the world. He was more- curious. Stiles was an almost-17-year-old virgin, and that was actually a problem to him, but he wasn't overly flirting with people to just get it done and over with, because that's not how he wanted it to go...
He wasn't the greatest at flirting or anything like that anyway. But, enough about his lack of a sex life.
"Everybody calls me Stiles." He replies as he finally sits. "It's nice to meet you."
"A pleasure to meet you as well, Stiles," she returns the courtesy.
"And before you ask, no, you don't even need to pretend to be interested in buying anything. Yes, it would be nice if it draws people in to buy an antique now and then, but for the most part..." She grins. "It's an inside joke."
The employee brings a goblet with ice-cold milk within. "Ahh, the Transylvanian. Nice choice," she compliments the employee.
Stiles takes a sip of the milk, giving a refreshing 'ah'. "So, it's really okay to have one?" He meant a brownie, obviously, and he knew he could (no one was cruel enough to invite someone in and then say 'no'), but it was polite to ask right? As he asks, he reaches down to try to pet the cat.
"Of course, help yourself," she chuckles deep in her throat. "I'm not that cruel..."
Cheshire arches up to meet his hand and his purr grows louder.
Kilrenko nibbles a bit of the brownie on her own plate, watching him. "It's just about the best I've ever had, and I'm a woman who loves her chocolate."
She nods. "I was here for about three years, leaving to return to my life about three years ago... from the Village's perspective. From my own, I was gone nearly a century."
He still wasn't back to normal, but Deaton had said they likely never would be.
Anyway, Stiles was walking back to the hotel after a class at the magic school and happened to pass by the sign at the antique store. He definitely didn't need any antique items for his room, but he'd pretend to in order to get one of those delicious brownies.
He hadn't even gone inside yet, instead he was standing in front of the window, practically drooling.
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"Why be outside," she asks in a voice that carries through the window, "Cold and hungry when you can come in and be warm and eating a brownie?"
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"Uh, heh, milk is fine."
[[*cough* He's only 16 ;)]]
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She motions to one of her (NPC) employees to get the milk to pour into an antique drinking glass for him.
"We haven't met before," she says. "Please call me Moira."
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He wasn't the greatest at flirting or anything like that anyway. But, enough about his lack of a sex life.
"Everybody calls me Stiles." He replies as he finally sits. "It's nice to meet you."
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"And before you ask, no, you don't even need to pretend to be interested in buying anything. Yes, it would be nice if it draws people in to buy an antique now and then, but for the most part..." She grins. "It's an inside joke."
The employee brings a goblet with ice-cold milk within. "Ahh, the Transylvanian. Nice choice," she compliments the employee.
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"Wow, I usually just drink milk straight from the carton, to be honest... my dad hates it, but you know." He grins.
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Cheshire the shop cat winds his way through the room to rub up against Stiles' legs with a lazy purr.
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Cheshire arches up to meet his hand and his purr grows louder.
Kilrenko nibbles a bit of the brownie on her own plate, watching him. "It's just about the best I've ever had, and I'm a woman who loves her chocolate."
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After a moment, he took another sip of milk and raised his brows. "But, damn I've never had a brownie this good."
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Not that she wouldn't have taken care of herself, but ohh, the temptation.
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