[ Groaning histrionically, he pulls his knees to his chest and buries his face into them. It’s a good thing that Derek has enhanced hearing; the rest of Stiles’ words are muffled, buried against the cloth of sweatpants. ]
What if a satellite picked that up? Like, Google Earth decided to update their databases. Anyone who zooms in will see some weirdo in leather dragging a kid to a car. This is so—
[ Stiles pauses, frowning. ]
Carried me how? [ he demands, hoping to god for an answer like “over my shoulder” or “fireman’s carry.” ]
no subject
[ Groaning histrionically, he pulls his knees to his chest and buries his face into them. It’s a good thing that Derek has enhanced hearing; the rest of Stiles’ words are muffled, buried against the cloth of sweatpants. ]
What if a satellite picked that up? Like, Google Earth decided to update their databases. Anyone who zooms in will see some weirdo in leather dragging a kid to a car. This is so—
[ Stiles pauses, frowning. ]
Carried me how? [ he demands, hoping to god for an answer like “over my shoulder” or “fireman’s carry.” ]