OTA; various locations and times

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A) One’s An Incident

“—listen to me!”

Somewhere near you, whether it’s at the park or on the sidewalk or in the café or riding the tube, there is a young man engaged in a heated conversation. The identity of the person he’s arguing with may not be readily obvious to those without supernatural hearing; the discussion is taking place over the phone. Should you attempt to tune Stiles out, it’ll quickly prove fruitless. His voice rises in volume the longer he’s on the call.

“I’m telling you, it’s fine. …No! I’m not sending you a picture of it. There’s nothing to see! …No. …No. It was just an accident, okay!?”

Distractedly, Stiles turns in your direction. There is an ugly, swollen bruise taking up half his face, clearly the work of someone’s fist. You may be able to infer that this is what the fight is about.

“—oh my god, don’t. You were the one who shipped me off here. You don’t get to pull that card on me, not now. …Dad. …Dad. Would you— …Would you just TRUST me for once!?”

Whatever his father responds with, it elicits an immediate reaction from Stiles. Expression twisting miserably, he seems to lose all energy for continuing the exchange. His voice is wooden, weary.

“Fine. I gotta go. …Yeah, I will. …Alright. Love you too.”

The call ends. Maybe you make eye contact with Stiles awkwardly. Maybe you decide to talk to him. Maybe you try to pretend you hadn’t overheard.

“Sorry about that,” he says to you, light and cheery. His smile is tight. “You know how it is. My old man always has to get his say in.”

B) Two’s A Coincidence

If you venture to the library, you’ll likely find Stiles buried nose-deep in an oversized tome. He’s piled high a wall of literature around him, to the point where it might be difficult to see him from the front. The titles of the books? All on mythology and mythical creatures. On occasion, a particularly interesting passage has him muttering under his breath and jotting down a few notes in his journal. Feel free to pull up a chair and harass him; he could use a break.

C) Three’s A Pattern

Guess who just drove his shitty used bicycle into you or your vehicle? This guy. Eyes wide, he hastily stammers out an apology, then loses his balance. Both bike and boy crash to the ground in a mess of whizzing gears and muffled groans. Maybe he took you down with him.

D) Four’s A Warrant

Night in London isn’t kind to humans—not that that’s ever stopped Stiles from exploring the city at inappropriate hours. However, there’s something different about the young man tonight as he wanders the streets aimlessly. For one, he’s clad only in a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants and a long-sleeve shirt with no shoes in sight. He doesn’t even have his trusty lacrosse stick on him! If you get close, you’ll see the unfocused, glassy fog to his eyes. Hopefully your intentions are well-meaning. Or maybe you’re looking for an easy snack. Either way, Stiles doesn’t seem to be in a position to argue.

( If you prefer brackets over prose, I’ll follow suit! PM me if you’d like to plot out a specific starter for your character! c: )

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Once it dawns on him that he’s no longer being kissed—and it does take a few moments to register—Stiles’ facial features are rearranged into a very particular expression. It’s the type of expression that desperately wants to appear casual and indifferent, but is offset by blatantly nonplussed surprise. At this rate, he’ll catch more than just flies with his apparently unhinged jaw.

“Wh-what?”

Right, they were talking about tails. Or something? Still reeling, Stiles glances over his own shoulder to stare blankly at his backside. No tails. Except it was never a question of whether or not he would grow tails—he’s very confused right now, okay.

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Why was Stiles staring at his butt, though...

In any case, this wasn't the reaction Heiji was used to receiving. Which sort of made him wonder: "Hey, you... you been kissed before, right? That wasn't your first time?"

Surely not. Stiles was kind of goofy, but he was also intelligent and loyal. He had to have made out with someone. His best friend, maybe, or a cute girl at school. Anyone.

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“Huh?”

Once he understands what he’s being asked, he laughs; it’s a forced, awkward laugh, almost hysteric in its need to be believed.

“Pffft! Y-yeah, dude. Of course. Totally. Tons of times. So many times.”

Stiles is an awful liar.

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Uh oh. He needed to make this up to Stiles somehow. But how? First kisses were like... here now, gone tomorrow. Forever. And Stiles had seemed so out of it that he probably hadn't even enjoyed it all that much.

Should he say something about it? Offer to set Stiles up? Maybe he should just play along?

"O-oh, yeah. I mean. Your technique was really... I could tell how experienced you were!" That was not technically a lie. It had been a little like kissing a labrador retriever.

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“Oh my god, dude, you’re killing me.”

With a groan, he starts walking along the park path once more. Clearly he expects Heiji to join him.

“Okay, yes, you don’t have to peer pressure me into telling you, that was my first!”

There was absolutely no peer pressure, Stiles is just having a moment of teenage melodramatics.

“And you know what. That’s cool. That’s fine. Who cares, right? I’m only seventeen! I’ve got my whole life ahead of me. There’s no reason I should be ashamed.”

Someone is in denial.

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Heiji followed along, feeling kind of bad about the whole thing. But Stiles had started it! Stiles and his accusations of furry relations.........

"You're right, you got plenty of time!" To learn how to kiss someone without blanking and thinking about high school health class, that was. A thought suddenly occurred to Heiji. "I kinda feel bad, though. So... you want me to teach you?"

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The offer has Stiles halting in his tracks, a pained look on his face now. He makes the obvious jump in logic to assume that he must have really sucked at the kiss if Heiji thinks he needs lessons. Wow, just push him off a cliff. His life is over.

"Teach me how?" he croaks, wishing the earth would open up and swallow him whole. Maybe grind him up so he's all bones, and then Derek's pack can gnaw on them during a full moon.

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"With... more kissing? I mean, since we already did it once. But we don't have to," he said quickly, seeing the look on Stiles's face.

"I mean, it probably doesn't even count. It's just like kissing... your cat or somethin', right? Don't worry about it!" Ha. Ha ha ha...

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Just like kissing…a cat…? Yikes, Heiji. You are so not helping out your cause with regards to the furry accusations.

“Are you gay?” Stiles asks, curious now. There’s no judgment in his tone or expression; homosexuality was generally widely accepted in Beacon Hills. Unfortunately, he’s not as educated on the idea of bisexuality.

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HE WAS TRYING TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER, STOP SAYING FURRY.

"No, I like guys and girls," said Heiji. "Although my folks want me to settle down with a nice girl one of these days." You know. Continuing the family line and all that.

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"Guys...and girls," Stiles repeats, forehead scrunched up. "...Huh."

Suddenly, he has a hell lot more questions than before. But he has an offer to respond to first.

"Anyway, thanks, but I'll, uh, pass."

The idea of making out with a bro like Heiji is too weird for him at the moment. Though the kiss hadn't been awful. Granted, he'd barely noticed anything about the kiss except for...the fact that it was happening.

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Keep working on that kiss game, buddy.

"It's not all that unusual, is it?" After all, why pick one side when you could have both? That was Heiji's tack on it, anyway, though now that he thought about it, Stiles probably liked girls a lot more than guys. If he liked guys at all. He just seemed like that type...

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The question challenges what Stiles does know on the subject, and he pauses to consider it. It'd probably be rude and presumptuous if he texted Danny about it... Perplexed, he tries to think of someone off the top of his head in Beacon Hills who played for both teams. He can't.

"I don't know, dude. Maybe it's different for you, since you're so old?"

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"I told ya, I'm not old," Heiji said, looking mildly annoyed. "A lot of foxes are like me. Anyhow, what about you? Ain't see you on any dates so far. You got your eye on someone?"

Fair's fair, now tell him all your secrets.

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"Dude, you're kinda old. I'll be lucky if I live to be a fourth of your age."

A grim subject to joke about, which is maybe why he's not entirely kidding.

"And uh, no. Well—no. Maybe?"

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"Whatcha talkin' about? These days there are humans livin' past 100. I'm sure you could live longer than that... dependin' on what you wanna give up." Nothing came without a price, after all.

But more importantly, possible juicy teen romance details! Heiji leaned forward. "Oh? So you got a crush on someone? Tell me about it! Is she cute?"

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Depending on what you wanna give up. Nose scrunched up, Stiles rakes a hand through his hair and tries not to think too much on it. He's sure he'll piss off someone enough to send him to an early grave anyway.

"Listen to you! You're such a gossip."

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"Oh, c'mon, who am I gonna tell?" I mean, besides absolutely everyone who will listen. He was ready to ruin your life and possibly set Stiles up on a date anytime.

"Besides, you never know. We might know each other!"

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Stiles gives Heiji a look, like he knows exactly what would happen if he told the kitsune. This is one of the times that Heiji's friendly and chatty nature has damned him.

"What, is that supposed to reassure me? If you knew her, you'd totally say something to her. I know you, dude!"

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"Yeah, and then you'd get to find out what she thinks about you!" He wasn't going to deny it. He knew it was true. BUT WHAT WAS THE PROBLEM, THO.

"I could tell her what a great guy you are, it'd be great!"

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“So basically, you want to be my wingman.”

Squinting, he considers this. Heiji could prove helpful… Or this could end disastrously. But then again, most things in his life end disastrously, so what’s to lose?

“Wait. Do you really think I’m a great guy? Aw, Heiji. You’re gonna make me blush!”

(Yes, he’s stalling, shut up!!)

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"Sure! You're smart, loyal, you like animals..." (In more ways than one, maybe.)

"But if you wanna make it real special, I guess I could hang back. I think one-on-one establishes a better mood. If it's serious, of course." Don't mind him, just fishing...

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(WATCH IT, MISTER.)

“Nothing’s serious,” he sighs, kicking at the ground. “Trust me, dude. That kiss? Probably the most action I’ll ever get until the day I die and someone tries to resuscitate me. I hope I’m not a hundred years old when that happens, that’d be so gross.”

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(WHERE WAS THE LIE.)

"Don't say that, that's depressing!" protested Heiji. "Trust me, you've got more game than some people I know." He was pretty sure Sasuke was probably going to be a virgin forever, for instance.

"So. C'mon, tell me your type!" Reveal your secretssssss

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"No shit it's depressing! Welcome to my life!"

Being a teenager is so hard. He needs to go listen to some alternative music and sigh dramatically into a pillowcase.

"My type is strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, 5'3"."

Basically, Lydia Martin??