Or you could just like actually stop, out of consideration or a less finely honed sense of sadism. [Rolling his eyes, he pushes away from the dresser and...
Well, he'd like to stay he didn't blatantly stare. But honestly, after all that just happened downstairs, Stiles has probably earned some staring at Derek and his twelve freakin' abs and his perfect everything. He at least tries to be smooth about it, but it doesn't exactly work, and he tries to transition his once over into a stare at the ceiling, rocking backwards on his heels and tugging down the shirt. Aside from the fact that it's a little too big around his chest, it's a decent fit. Definitely pajamas he's probably going to keep forever.
Jerking his head away to keep from doing anything particularly stupid, Stiles makes his way over to the bed and sits down, leaning back on his hands.] You pull off the mousketeer flawlessly.
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Well, he'd like to stay he didn't blatantly stare. But honestly, after all that just happened downstairs, Stiles has probably earned some staring at Derek and his twelve freakin' abs and his perfect everything. He at least tries to be smooth about it, but it doesn't exactly work, and he tries to transition his once over into a stare at the ceiling, rocking backwards on his heels and tugging down the shirt. Aside from the fact that it's a little too big around his chest, it's a decent fit. Definitely pajamas he's probably going to keep forever.
Jerking his head away to keep from doing anything particularly stupid, Stiles makes his way over to the bed and sits down, leaning back on his hands.] You pull off the mousketeer flawlessly.