Re: Quicklog: Scott/Stiles/Bobby
[There was a brief moment of keen watching as Stiles' dark eyes were directed in a long wash over Scott's face, and then abruptly he laughed, showing one ivory eyetooth and a crinkle of lips that was Stiles' suppressed laughter covered over in tar and uncharacteristic sadism.] You think I have nothing without him? I'm ten times what he is. Fifty times, a hundred, a thousand times. I've been here as long as the old mountains on the islands, kiite. [His tongue snapped quickly around the old tongue.] I'm going to outlive little Stiles here. I don't need him. [He wrinkled his nose.] Maybe I like having a pair of hands, a soft silly little face.
[When Scott showed his teeth, the nogitsune showed his. Fox teeth, unseen, and maybe the idea of Stiles snapping at the air should have been more ridiculous than it was--but his eyes rolled and he stuck his chin out and snapped at the air like a madman in a straight-jacket.]
You let me go, or I'll start tearing him up from the inside. You'll get to watch. But it'll just be screaming. He's scared of you, you know. Scared of the wolf. It's all up here. [He rolled his eyes up to demonstrate what he saw in the boy's head.]