It’s the last straw that breaks the camel’s back. With an aggrieved wail, Stiles throws his hands up toward the heavens (which, in this case, happen to be a dingy, low ceiling). There’s no winning with this guy! Maybe someone else would simply leave the store in disgust, but Stiles has the penchant of investing time in useless pursuits. Planting his hands down on the counter, he leans over the few dozen coppers and assortment of items. If Sasuke doesn’t back up, he’s about to get up close and personal with a very fidgety human boy.

“Oh my god, you are killing me here. Like, do you even have any friends? Why don’t you go ahead and charge me for the other spanner that’s apparently stuck up your ass.”

All this because of Sasuke’s deadpan response to an awful joke.