His first workday happens to come on the heels of the Litha feast. Barely functioning after a night of revelry and schmoozing with the fae, he drags himself to Hounslow grudgingly. It’s tempting to text Apollo and beg a day off, but he already knows how that conversation will go. Damn that short, pun-hating, punch-happy—
“Huh?” is the only intelligent response he has to offer Sasuke upon seeing the other boy. Blinking owlishly, he stares at the brunet, takes a step back, and slowly closes the door. Then he opens it again. “This isn’t the hardware store.”
A brilliant observation. Stiles doesn't seem to have even registered the insinuation behind Sasuke's words.
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“Huh?” is the only intelligent response he has to offer Sasuke upon seeing the other boy. Blinking owlishly, he stares at the brunet, takes a step back, and slowly closes the door. Then he opens it again. “This isn’t the hardware store.”
A brilliant observation. Stiles doesn't seem to have even registered the insinuation behind Sasuke's words.