this is the life you see

[eyeforaneye]

Who: Sasuke Uchiha eyeforaneye, Jonas Ward coherer, Stiles Stilinski mensrea
When: Feb. 12
Where: Casa de Stiles + Jonas
What: Sasuke visits to receive help with monster transformation symptoms. Things go some varying level of awry.
Warnings: Possible violence, language, and drama.

[ After this conversation and his last sent message, it takes approximately ten more seconds for Sasuke to reach the front door. His watch is tucked safely away within the confines of his cloak, fabric smoothed down before he's reaching out to knock sharply on the door.

All he can hope now is that Jonas was telling the truth and that Stiles won't be the one to answer the door. Not to say he has any real problems with him, but their interactions have proven to be... unpredictable. ]

I'm outside. You can let me in.

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[mensrea]

Hey, I can accept fifty or sixty. Almost a passing grade, dude. It’s not like I’ve ever been an overachiever.

[ Melted snow has seeped through the fabric of his shoes. Stiles mentally sighs; soggy socks really are the worst. ]

If you wanna learn, I can try to teach you. Hopefully without the need of actual crime scenes, ha. But why’re you interested?

[coherer]

I don't know. (he confesses, thinking it interesting. could be decent training for when he heads out to hunt with arthur as well, feeling the need to impress the man.) If we're gonna' be following Sasuke around, I should probably know these things, right? So I can help out.

(raises an arm to tuck it comfortably behind his head, trying not to think about the state sasuke's in right now. he has to stay calm and think rationally about this. it's better for everyone if they just go back to the cottage.

it's well within sight now, at least, after a moment more of idle walking and splashing through slush.)

Can't just make you shoulder all this on your own, now, can I?

[mensrea]

[ A small, selfish part of Stiles doesn’t want to share what he’s learned. It took him so long – stalking police radio chatter, watching brutal, detective-related documentaries, experiencing grisly crime scenes firsthand – to even get to this point. Honestly? He can’t help feeling like it’s the only valuable skills he has to offer, especially after said skill fell out of practical use back home when the rest of the pack could track through scent. But he understands where his housemate is coming from. And, more importantly, it’s Jonas asking. So, he shoves aside his childish sentiments. ]

I’ll teach you, [ Stiles says firmly, just to get it out of the way. ] I need you to know, though… You’re not making me shoulder it alone. I mean, c’mon. This is kinda my mess, and you came to help anyway. And if you hadn’t stepped in, back in the kitchen, things might’ve gotten a hell of a lot messier.

[ Sight of the cottage up ahead is cause for celebration, in his opinion. Aware of Jonas’ previous injury and illness, he tries to restrain his pace from picking up automatically. ]

[coherer]

Yeah, sorry, I just... say that stuff automatically. (a bit of a bad habit, taking on problems that aren't meant to be his; people can handle themselves. he has to remember not to help when help isn't asked for, considering zelda's told him off for it already.) I feel useless in situations like these, and I think that's how it manifests.

(approaching the cottage, jonas still manages to shoot stiles a grateful half-smile while ignoring how lightheaded the evening's made him. guess he needs to watch out not to get hurt around sasuke too, if it'll cause alarm like it did tonight.)

I know I'm not expected to know the first thing about the mind-boggling stuff that's been happening, but I should learn it eventually. Especially if we're gonna' be here forever.

(uh, well.)

Not... forever. (not really, right?) I mean like, for the foreseeable future.

[mensrea]

Definitely not forever. Just a little vacation.

[ Opening the door for Jonas, he gestures the other boy inside first. ]

But I get you, man. I used to feel the same way. Like I had to prove my worth and right to be present.

[ He still feels that way, though it might not be particularly inspiring to tell Jonas as much. ]

[coherer]

Haha, seriously... so entitled. Like, I definitely deserve some of the scorn and side-eyeing.

(a "thanks" is given automatically, ducking in with a relieved shiver at the rush of warm air.)

I don't get how people can do that to others. Completely shut them down like that and not feel guilty about it. For what it's worth, I'll try not to do that to you. (huffs a shier laugh, hands wringing to rid the cold from his knuckles.) Just... punch me real hard if I'm ever a dick, okay?

[mensrea]

[ The door clicks shut with finality, an official end to a tumultuous night. Stiles leans his forehead against the wood for a moment, simply breathing, then turns to face Jonas. ]

Nah, I’ll pass. Wouldn’t want to mess up that pretty mug of yours, [ he teases, halfheartedly. ] Seriously though. You’re good, dude. I doubt you’ll ever be a “dick.” But if it happens, I’ll talk to you about it like a big boy, okay?

[coherer]

Oh, how sweet. (wryly, aiming a gentle shove at his arm to get him away from the door.

that's more enough adventure for one day.) If the situation's ever reversed... for you, I'll use my words.

Now go take a load off, alright? (motioning towards the stairs before turning his back on him, staring down the archway into the kitchen. doom.) The kitchen's my responsibility, so I'm gonna' clean that up before I even think about resting. Or this whole place is gonna' smell more like pickles than it already does with two teenagers living in it.

[mensrea]

[ Stiles hesitates. While he may not have the full context on what happened in the kitchen prior to his appearance, he would never want Jonas to feel like a mistake was “his responsibility.” But there’s an itch wriggling beneath his skin, the familiar restlessness that comes when his brain is hyperfixated on something. Back upstairs, he has the notes that Sasuke sent over pertaining to each Monster type; Stiles is dying to review the Vampire information now. ]

Don’t strain your hand. [ With one last glance at Jonas, he turns toward the stairs. ] And call up if you need me. I’ll be awake.

/fin!!!!!!

[coherer]

Yeah, yeah. I read you loud and clear, mom. (cocking a hip, hands planting over them in a very demonstrative "get goin'."

then, when stiles disappears, he follows suit. heading to the kitchen for a long clean-up, but one that'll take his mind off of things. he's never been more thankful for that and the spread of blood, vinegar, and pickles.)