[ The thought of just canceling the performance and not actually leaving does occur to him, midway through the kiss. It's about when he thumbs at the mark, and it's basically like pushing a button. His shoulders wilt, and he almost leans into the kiss a little more, fingers curling against his waist securely--
An exasperated noise manages to leave him even as his expression curls a little in amusement. The problem here is that he knows she'd do it. He doesn't doubt it in the least. But he focuses on Stiles again as he pulls back, eyes dropping down to where he taps at his chest before looking back up at his face. ]
Might break hers. [ Voice dry, he watches him head for the door, and-- is strangely charmed, what the hell. Trying to smooth his hair and straighten his clothes out, he heads for the door himself. ]
So help me god, Erica. [ Grousing as he steps out of the restroom with far less incident than Stiles, he shoots her a look and quickly makes his way towards the stage, knowing he'll find Isaac somewhere nearby. Maybe he can steal one of his scarves. ]
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An exasperated noise manages to leave him even as his expression curls a little in amusement. The problem here is that he knows she'd do it. He doesn't doubt it in the least. But he focuses on Stiles again as he pulls back, eyes dropping down to where he taps at his chest before looking back up at his face. ]
Might break hers. [ Voice dry, he watches him head for the door, and-- is strangely charmed, what the hell. Trying to smooth his hair and straighten his clothes out, he heads for the door himself. ]
So help me god, Erica. [ Grousing as he steps out of the restroom with far less incident than Stiles, he shoots her a look and quickly makes his way towards the stage, knowing he'll find Isaac somewhere nearby. Maybe he can steal one of his scarves. ]