Stiles Stilinski (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
myonlydefense) wrote2013-09-02 01:34 pm
myonlydefense) wrote2013-09-02 01:34 pm
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last days of summer.
Most of the time when Stiles heads out to the boardwalk, it's not for the waves, or the sand, or sunbathing. And actually, never that last one, because being tan isn't a thing that he really does. But he does like food, though, and there's this one hot dog cart that parks at the end of the pier? Oh my god.
He's spent some time with the cheap, rigged games and is heading toward the food to buy a couple dogs for himself and to bring home to Derek when he sees a familiar face . "Summer, hey!" He reaches up and waves with the hand that isn't likely to spill relish everywhere. He trips a little on his flip flops as he walks, offering cotton candy as a greeting.
He's spent some time with the cheap, rigged games and is heading toward the food to buy a couple dogs for himself and to bring home to Derek when he sees a familiar face . "Summer, hey!" He reaches up and waves with the hand that isn't likely to spill relish everywhere. He trips a little on his flip flops as he walks, offering cotton candy as a greeting.