[ meanwhile, stiles has set the box down and is idly wandering back and forth across the rooftop - maybe one laura might recognize as the one she was on when they first started messaging each other, shortly after laura had just arrived - occasionally drifting toward the edge to look over. he toes at a little wooden flower box with his sneaker. ]
On a scale of 1-10? I don't know. Like a 6? 6.5. I also just had some time on my hands.
[ and also, maybe, he's curious to see if she can track him down with nothing but a picture with, as far as he's concerned, not very many identifying clues, but that's more for his own personal interest over anything else. ]
( there's some bits that she really can't cut any time off of. the ongoing frustration that is the entire check-in process — and the fact that she's picked a few too many fights here for it to ever go smoothly; the slow drag of the elevator descending into the down. )
you should consider a hobby. people keep telling me it's a good idea.
( admittedly more because of her well-documented anger management issues, but that's hardly the point. it's a thought that gets her out of the elevator and into the down at least, and she flicks back to refer to the picture again, just quickly. )
are you wearing any cologne? or aftershave, the whole category.
[ it's not as if stiles wasn't expecting to wait a bit if laura did take his bait, so he's more or less content to pace back and forth while trying to break his own personal record in snake on his phone, occasionally shooting a text off to someone else or browsing the network for anything interesting. for someone who's easily bored, he's also pretty decent at finding ways to keep himself occupied.
he pauses at her question though, rubber sole of his sneaker scraping quietly against the concrete. stiles' brows furrows slightly, and he looks down at himself like that'll somehow help him determine whether he doused himself in anything today. considering he hardly ever uses cologne or aftershave or anything else with a heavy scent outside of deodorant, it's very unlikely that he would have broken routine, but he still considers the question anyway. it's... a strange thing to ask, and yet, probably not the first time he's been asked.
hm. ]
No. I put deodorant on this morning? But that's it.
[ ... ]
You ever notice how deodorant that's marketed towards men almost always has scent names that don't tell you anything about what it's gonna smell like? Like women's deodorant has scents like 'lavender rain' or 'powder' or uhhh I don't know, 'insert specific flower here'. Very straight forward, very little mystery. And then dudes get like 'high speed bear fight' and 'mountain megatron'??? What is that, sweat and blood and urine? Pine trees and gasoline?
i have never once thought about that before this moment, but now that you've mentioned it i'm definitely going to have to look.
( stiles being a chatter is helpful, because it gives her time to focus on the task at hand and not responding so quickly. since she knows that she's just looking to catch his scent, it makes it a little easier to cut through what is otherwise a very overpowering city. the down always smells vaguely damp and unpleasant, the lack of real exposure to the elements makes scents linger longer than they should — but that's actually useful, right now.
it takes a minute — shameful, really, laura should be able to do better, but once she's got it, it's easy enough to follow. it's not the first time she's walked down a street sniffing at the air, so she's not especially concerned by how odd it probably appears to an onlooker. )
would you prefer blood or gasoline, if you had to pick?
( which is actually a very nice segue, as it turns out. it's only a moment later that laura is nudging the access door open, clearing her throat to announce her arrival. she doesn't exactly look smug, but she's definitely a little pleased with herself at her arrival time.
the timing more or less indicates that she must have head pretty much straight for the building, and at a decent speed too. it's not her best work, it was still a little slow, but then this isn't a mission. they're just a little bit of fun, it shouldn't be held up to the same standards. )
[ stiles is only about halfway through tapping out a semi-suspicious response when he finds himself mildly startled by the sound of someone clearing their throat, and whips around. he has permission to be up here - practically bought his way onto the roof - but he's kind of a jumpy dude in general, especially after someone somehow managed to sneak up on him and... kill him.
it's just laura though, and stiles immediately relaxes, thumbing the button on the side of his phone to power the screen off. he smiles faintly, if a little awkwardly, and though he doesn't say anything about it, he does make a note of how quickly laura managed to find him, even after taking the elevators into consideration. interesting.
tucking his phone away into his pocket, stiles gestures kind of vaguely over his shoulder with his thumb, the edge of the building somewhere behind him. ]
Oh, yeah. That skyline's something else. [ he's being sarcastic. the down doesn't really offer much of a view no matter the vantage point, in his opinion. stiles drops his hand, let's his palm thump quietly against his thigh for a moment, and then seems to remember the whole point of this and scrambles a few steps to pick up the cardboard box he set down a couple feet away from him. ]
Anyway, uh. You found it in record time, so... [ he wanders over, holds the box out toward her. it's not huge, but it's not small either - about a foot on all sides, and no more than five pounds. ] I guess this is yours.
[ inside, should she decide to open it, is... a seagull. well, a statue of a seagull, carved out of wood (not by stiles), and a folded piece of construction paper that just reads 'HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY -STILES' in somewhat messy caps.
he may or may not have bought the statue before he knew that penagos had made an appearance, but - well, maybe now penagos can have a friend. ]
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( sort of. there's not really any hurrying up the speed of the elevators, no matter how many times she impatiently taps her foot while she waits. )
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On a scale of 1-10?
I don't know. Like a 6? 6.5.
I also just had some time on my hands.
[ and also, maybe, he's curious to see if she can track him down with nothing but a picture with, as far as he's concerned, not very many identifying clues, but that's more for his own personal interest over anything else. ]
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you should consider a hobby. people keep telling me it's a good idea.
( admittedly more because of her well-documented anger management issues, but that's hardly the point. it's a thought that gets her out of the elevator and into the down at least, and she flicks back to refer to the picture again, just quickly. )
are you wearing any cologne? or aftershave, the whole category.
( she's asking for very normal reasons, honest. )
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he pauses at her question though, rubber sole of his sneaker scraping quietly against the concrete. stiles' brows furrows slightly, and he looks down at himself like that'll somehow help him determine whether he doused himself in anything today. considering he hardly ever uses cologne or aftershave or anything else with a heavy scent outside of deodorant, it's very unlikely that he would have broken routine, but he still considers the question anyway. it's... a strange thing to ask, and yet, probably not the first time he's been asked.
hm. ]
No.
I put deodorant on this morning?
But that's it.
[ ... ]
You ever notice how deodorant that's marketed towards men almost always has scent names that don't tell you anything about what it's gonna smell like?
Like women's deodorant has scents like 'lavender rain' or 'powder' or uhhh
I don't know, 'insert specific flower here'. Very straight forward, very little mystery.
And then dudes get like 'high speed bear fight' and 'mountain megatron'???
What is that, sweat and blood and urine? Pine trees and gasoline?
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( stiles being a chatter is helpful, because it gives her time to focus on the task at hand and not responding so quickly. since she knows that she's just looking to catch his scent, it makes it a little easier to cut through what is otherwise a very overpowering city. the down always smells vaguely damp and unpleasant, the lack of real exposure to the elements makes scents linger longer than they should — but that's actually useful, right now.
it takes a minute — shameful, really, laura should be able to do better, but once she's got it, it's easy enough to follow. it's not the first time she's walked down a street sniffing at the air, so she's not especially concerned by how odd it probably appears to an onlooker. )
would you prefer blood or gasoline, if you had to pick?
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Gasoline.
Blood's just asking for trouble
And I'd rather smell like a gas station over hot death.
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( which is actually a very nice segue, as it turns out. it's only a moment later that laura is nudging the access door open, clearing her throat to announce her arrival. she doesn't exactly look smug, but she's definitely a little pleased with herself at her arrival time.
the timing more or less indicates that she must have head pretty much straight for the building, and at a decent speed too. it's not her best work, it was still a little slow, but then this isn't a mission. they're just a little bit of fun, it shouldn't be held up to the same standards. )
Nice view.
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it's just laura though, and stiles immediately relaxes, thumbing the button on the side of his phone to power the screen off. he smiles faintly, if a little awkwardly, and though he doesn't say anything about it, he does make a note of how quickly laura managed to find him, even after taking the elevators into consideration. interesting.
tucking his phone away into his pocket, stiles gestures kind of vaguely over his shoulder with his thumb, the edge of the building somewhere behind him. ]
Oh, yeah. That skyline's something else. [ he's being sarcastic. the down doesn't really offer much of a view no matter the vantage point, in his opinion. stiles drops his hand, let's his palm thump quietly against his thigh for a moment, and then seems to remember the whole point of this and scrambles a few steps to pick up the cardboard box he set down a couple feet away from him. ]
Anyway, uh. You found it in record time, so... [ he wanders over, holds the box out toward her. it's not huge, but it's not small either - about a foot on all sides, and no more than five pounds. ] I guess this is yours.
[ inside, should she decide to open it, is... a seagull. well, a statue of a seagull, carved out of wood (not by stiles), and a folded piece of construction paper that just reads 'HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY -STILES' in somewhat messy caps.
he may or may not have bought the statue before he knew that penagos had made an appearance, but - well, maybe now penagos can have a friend. ]