Cute, real cute. I gotta say, you're already leagues ahead of Scott in terms of actually knowing any continuity of Star Wars so... hey bestie. What's good? Secret handshake W-I-P.

[He can't even poke at the bony and skinny digs because you can't really buff out the truth. And speaking of buff, some people just aren't naturally beefcakes. He likes to think of himself as a runner's body just without the running, athletic prowess or ability to do hurdles. Lithe though? He likes the word lithe. He sure as fuck isn't lithe but he would like to pretend he is.

Stiles tugs on his collar, feeling like he has just as many questions to ask Derek in return but the waters between them are uncertain. What more or less solidified them being a bit better than just formal acquaintances is only known from one side, so his defense of 'I kinda figured we were already friends' just sort of withers its way back down his throat before he says it. Are they friends? Is Derek capable of friends?]

Y'wanna like, grab a bite to eat or something? Talk, draw some crazy ven diagrams of what we know or don't know and catch up a little? Also I just think it's better if we're sitting down and also in public for half the stuff I so gotta tell you.