"Nope! You've already committed," she sing-songs. "You're lucky I'm not going to braid your hair, freeze bras and talk boys with you," she teases. Stiles can rest easy. She might paint her toes while he watches, but probably his feet are safe. He needn't worry about boy talk either since there isn't any boy talk to be had unless they're going to talk about him and his hair is far too short to braid. She's certainly not going to put her own bra in the freezer.
Sawyer had been, at least, spared that and even now, hearing it would earn him a tight hug. She knows that he lost his mom young, and maybe that also makes him being the one here perfect. He knows what she's going through. When her mother had first died, she'd been told by more than one person that at least they'd had time to prepare for it. However, Sawyer thinks that Stiles' experience is more like the what she'd gone through. She will probably have days to come where she will want to hole up alone, but for now she's attempting to learn how to live life after her mother's death.
"Definitely nothing sad or too dramatic," Sawyer yells from the kitchen. "Maybe something with lots of ass kicking and something we've seen before so we can talk if we want!" She turns the oven on in the kitchen and roots around in the fridge before popping a casserole dish in the oven and slipping back to her bedroom to haul blankets and pillows out. When she finally emerges from the bedroom, her arms are piled high with pillows and blankets, which she drops in the middle of the floor in front of the TV.
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Sawyer had been, at least, spared that and even now, hearing it would earn him a tight hug. She knows that he lost his mom young, and maybe that also makes him being the one here perfect. He knows what she's going through. When her mother had first died, she'd been told by more than one person that at least they'd had time to prepare for it. However, Sawyer thinks that Stiles' experience is more like the what she'd gone through. She will probably have days to come where she will want to hole up alone, but for now she's attempting to learn how to live life after her mother's death.
"Definitely nothing sad or too dramatic," Sawyer yells from the kitchen. "Maybe something with lots of ass kicking and something we've seen before so we can talk if we want!" She turns the oven on in the kitchen and roots around in the fridge before popping a casserole dish in the oven and slipping back to her bedroom to haul blankets and pillows out. When she finally emerges from the bedroom, her arms are piled high with pillows and blankets, which she drops in the middle of the floor in front of the TV.