STILES STILINSKI.

laughter falls past your lips . knowing first hand how much charlie eats at that so called diner . at least he has someone who can cook for him at home . ❝ yeah i know , he asks me to go eat with him almost every day . sometimes i take him up on the offer because better to talk to him than go to an empty apartment . ❞ head nods at the words and there was a quirk of the eyebrow at the words , curious what was going on at la push . just might follow her to find out . ❝ hey , i’m not one to judge . my jeep is pretty old too i wish i could say the same because she doesn’t always run great . duct tape is honestly holding her together . ❞

her smile is content with staying present, granting her enough of a gleam to carry her through an interaction without falling into her patterns of introversion, which was typical of her. she chuckles, humored by the ability to relate. ❛ – something just keeps me attached to it, i guess, ❜ she shares, leading them out to where her truck is parked. ❛ one of my friends, actually, rebuilt the engine for me.. i suppose it’s partly sentimental. ❜ she unlocks the truck, hopping in on the one side before continuing. ❛ – have you been out to la push yet? ❜