"You know, I can pretty firmly say that I have no interest in hearing about your love life," Stiles said with a bitter little smirk and a wave of his lasagna-laden fork. Somehow, Isaac's irritating attractiveness had gone mostly unnoticed by the female population prior to his becoming a werewolf, but now, with that cocky little swagger he liked to throw into his walk, Stiles imagined him as being perpetually laid. The kind of guy who has panties in the back seat of his car and can't remember who they belong to.
It probably wasn't fair, but neither was Isaac's face.
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Date: 2014-01-08 02:46 am (UTC)It probably wasn't fair, but neither was Isaac's face.