[ it was less of a... stashing situation when it comes to the bat and more that stiles just happened to catch a quick glance at a familiar-looking wooden handle wrapped in tape while he was sprinting for his life down a hallway past a row of beaten up lockers, but - stashing it himself sounds a lot more badass than the truth, so stiles simply decides not to correct steve, tugging the end of the twig out of the fire and swatting it around a little so the tiny flame at the end goes out.
he looks thoughtful as he wanders over to where steve's got the map laid out, tilting his head a little and shrugging one of his shoulders, burned twig still in his hand held limp at his side. stiles meet's steve's smirks with a faint, lopsided quirk of his mouth, finding a little entertainment in calling someone like pyramid head something familiar like 'uncle', but also a little intimidated at the thought of facing pyramid head at all. he might move a little slower than some of the other killers, but man does that sword fucking hurt.
stiles moves to the opposite side of the log stump, the map upside to him, and drops down into a crouch for a better look at it, peering back up at steve. ]
I mean, there's a chance someone else might have seen it and swiped it, but - there's also the chance they didn't, right? [ and what have they got to lose at this point, honestly, if they go back and check? stiles shifts his attention back to the map, studying it for a second to try and get himself oriented. ] So... I'm one hundred percent sure it was on the second floor... and I remember the chemistry lab was on my right, lockers were on my...
[ stiles pauses for a second, lazily holding his left hand out while he thinks, like he's gesturing at an invisible row of lockers. ]
Definitely on my left. So that mean's it's gotta be right... here. [ it seems burning the dumb twig was not for nothing, because he takes it then and very lightly drags the burned end of it in a very careful circle, marking the space across from the chemistry lab on the map with ash. he looks up at steve. ]
[ Steve isn't exactly looking forward to another confrontation with Pyramid Head either, so this is going to be a stealth operation, and Steve, well, he's sneaky. Like a ninja.
Steve always admires Stiles' optimism, he can be a little nervous, but he has potential, also he wants to help Steve get his spiky bat back and that is much appreciated. Stiles is right, there's always a chance that someone else missed the bat and its ripe for the picking. Steve shifts his gaze down to the map intently, watching Stiles attempt to recount where he saw it.
When he's done, Steve meets his gaze thinking for a moment. He looked down at the ashen circle where his bat supposedly is, and drummed his fingers on his hip subconsciously.]
Well shit, not too shabby, Stilinski. If I can get us there, I think we should go for the stealth op. As of right now, we're unarmed and I'm honestly, still pretty tired. But I want my bat. [ Steve clears his throat apologetically. ] Our bat.
Ok so I got a flashlight, just in case. You need to grab anything before we kick off "Operation: Sneak And Retrieve My Spiky Bat And Kick Ass After" and head out?
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he looks thoughtful as he wanders over to where steve's got the map laid out, tilting his head a little and shrugging one of his shoulders, burned twig still in his hand held limp at his side. stiles meet's steve's smirks with a faint, lopsided quirk of his mouth, finding a little entertainment in calling someone like pyramid head something familiar like 'uncle', but also a little intimidated at the thought of facing pyramid head at all. he might move a little slower than some of the other killers, but man does that sword fucking hurt.
stiles moves to the opposite side of the log stump, the map upside to him, and drops down into a crouch for a better look at it, peering back up at steve. ]
I mean, there's a chance someone else might have seen it and swiped it, but - there's also the chance they didn't, right? [ and what have they got to lose at this point, honestly, if they go back and check? stiles shifts his attention back to the map, studying it for a second to try and get himself oriented. ] So... I'm one hundred percent sure it was on the second floor... and I remember the chemistry lab was on my right, lockers were on my...
[ stiles pauses for a second, lazily holding his left hand out while he thinks, like he's gesturing at an invisible row of lockers. ]
Definitely on my left. So that mean's it's gotta be right... here. [ it seems burning the dumb twig was not for nothing, because he takes it then and very lightly drags the burned end of it in a very careful circle, marking the space across from the chemistry lab on the map with ash. he looks up at steve. ]
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Steve always admires Stiles' optimism, he can be a little nervous, but he has potential, also he wants to help Steve get his spiky bat back and that is much appreciated. Stiles is right, there's always a chance that someone else missed the bat and its ripe for the picking. Steve shifts his gaze down to the map intently, watching Stiles attempt to recount where he saw it.
When he's done, Steve meets his gaze thinking for a moment. He looked down at the ashen circle where his bat supposedly is, and drummed his fingers on his hip subconsciously.]
Well shit, not too shabby, Stilinski. If I can get us there, I think we should go for the stealth op. As of right now, we're unarmed and I'm honestly, still pretty tired. But I want my bat. [ Steve clears his throat apologetically. ] Our bat.
Ok so I got a flashlight, just in case. You need to grab anything before we kick off "Operation: Sneak And Retrieve My Spiky Bat And Kick Ass After" and head out?
[ Yeah, he knows he needs to work on that name. ]
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