puppy love } { of wow and dragon slaying

[impetere]

Cora: [and she brought her laptop with her because they were working on a power point presentation for their group, and the sheriff lets her in when she gets there. When she reaches the doorframe, she knocks lightly when she sees he's at his computer]

Stiles: [and he is in the middle of a battle, and Cora would totally be able to hear the electronic dragon cries and many people voices on his headset] Enter at your own risk! [pause] No, not you Jorge - someone's at my muggle door.

Cora: [smirks a bit at that before she makes her way inside and closes the door] What kind of risks are we talking?

Stiles: Possible annihilation by dragon, or one of Jorge's wayward spells since he can't aim for shit. Yeah, I'm talking about you man! [pause] Tell me what I said isn't true. Yeah, thought so. [still focused on the screen] I just need like, ten more minute to finish this mission.

Cora: Sure. I'll be over here. [and she will go flop on his bed and work on booting up her computer]

Stiles: [and she will be onslaught with a bunch of trash talk, grunts, and pretty much watching Stiles' body jerk as if he was the actually in the battle]

Cora: [and she shifts to watch him a bit, waiting until he finishes to ask any questions]

Stiles: [and seven minutes later there are victory cries as the dragon goes down. he will jump out of his chair and whoop] Yes! Now that's how it's done.

Cora: [and she looks up with a small smile] I take it you were victorious?

Stiles: Oh yeah, that dragon is toast. [turns to her, grinning from ear to ear] Wanna see?

Cora: [she pauses for a minute, before shifting up so she can get a better look] Sure.

Stiles: So this here is the dragon. [and there is a purple, blue and red dragon laying on it's side surrounded by time people still chopping at it] We get experience points for doing it so we become stronger, and we also get gold. lots of gold. this dragon was hording a buttload of gold.

Cora: [and she pushes up a bit to get a better look] So if you beat him you get to claim it as the spoils of war?

Stiles: Exactly.

Cora: Cool. Which one's you?

Stiles: [and he will point to the awesome looking orc with an ax] There.

Cora: [follows his finger and her eyebrows go up] Impressive.

Stiles: Thank you. [and he hears a voice on the headset] Hold up a second [and he puts the headphones on and rolls his eyes] No, I already called dibs on the eyeball, guys. Stop trying to take my booty. My booty is not grabbable. [smirks] Jorge I will kill you for the XP don't make me do it. [pause] yea, thought so. Alright, I'm logging off. Homework time. catch you guys later. [and he will click a few buttons and the screen will stay on but his character will disappear from the field and look invisible. he'll take his headphones off and look at her] Sorry, I really thought we'd be done before you got here.

Cora: [she shakes her head] It's okay. It's not like you kept me waiting forever.

Stiles: Yeah but still, totally my bad. [and he will come and flop onto the bed across from her] So what are we working on again?

Cora: [she shifts to turn the computer so that he can see what they already have for their presentation] World War II. We got the Battle of the Bulge.

Stiles: That's right, I got written up for making a very inappropriate comment about the inappropriate name of the battle.

Cora: Yes you did. [and they will get to work?]

Stiles: [yup, even though Stiles will be distracted easily. he really should take his Adderall eventually]

Cora: [and eventually even she'll be too distracted to continue] Okay. I think that's enough for tonight.

Stiles: Yeah, I think I'm starting to merge health class and history again.

Cora: [and she smirks at that] Health?

Stiles: Yeah. Battle of the Bulge? [smirks]

Cora: [she rolls her eyes] Oh.

Stiles: What? You can't tell me you didn't think of it when you hear the name of the war.

Cora: Yes, I did, but I have enough self-restraint not to say it.

Stiles: What is this self-restraint you speak of?

Cora: Some people have it - it keeps them from saying inappropriate things when they aren't appropriate.

Stiles: Yeah, but that's not nearly as much fun.

Cora: I'm sure it isn't. But it keeps us from getting written up.

Stiles: Eh, as long as 'm not expelled, I can handle it.

Cora: Uh-huh. [and she'll place her computer off to the side before pulling him up so that he's closer] Do you have to go kill another dragon or something?

Stiles: I could. Want to make a player and join me?

Cora: [wrinkles her nose a bit] I'm not sure I'd be good at it.

Stiles: It takes a while to learn, that's true, but once you get into it, you do it more for the fun and community than the skill at the game.

Cora: [she considers for a moment before glancing over at him] Will you help me?

Stiles: Of course. Here, bring your laptop over to the computer. Let's get you an account.

Cora: [nods and she will do as he says but since Stiles only has one desk chair he will have to share, which means her in his lap]

Stiles: [which they are talking WoW so he's not going to get excited in that way. He'll be explaining things and helping her create a character and he will get his character to find hers before he becomes visible again and they can go off and find rats and snakes to kill to start getting her XP]

Cora: [and she'll follow whatever recommendations he gives her in terms of class and race, and will ask a lot of questions because she has never really been inclined to video games]

Stiles: [and he will answer them all patiently because omg she may like something he likes]

Cora: [well she's trying! and it's only fair because he tries the stuff she likes]

Stiles: [and it will keep going until Sheriff knocks on the door checking to see if Cora is staying for dinner]

Cora: [glances back at him and shrugs] I can? I don't think Laura's home tonight, and Dad and Derek were going to a game.

Sheriff: It's pizza night.

Cora: I love pizza.

Sheriff: Then you came over on a good night. Do you like pineapple on it?

Cora: [she wrinkles her nose a bit] Not really.

Sheriff: Thank god.

Cora: [to Stiles] Sorry.

Stiles: Hey it's your loss. More for me.

Cora: [she shrugs] Not really much of a loss if you don't like it.

Stiles: Yeah, but they can only make whole pies or half pies. You guys will have to split a half

Cora: How much pizza do you think I can eat?

Stiles: Two slices maybe.

Cora: So I don't really need a whole pie.

Stiles: No, but Dad can usually polish off 4 slices himself.

Cora: Well, here comes that self-restraint thing we were talking about earlier. Or, we could out vote you and just get the kind of pie we want. [because that's how it works in the Hale house if they wanted to buy a limited amount of pies]

Sheriff: You say that, but I'm the one who has to live with him. [laughs]

Cora: [she shrugs] I'm just laying out the options.

Sheriff: I'll get two pies. You and Scott can eat the leftovers tomorrow, Stiles. Anything else I should get?

Cora: [she shakes her head] I'm good with just pizza.

Stiles: Root beer.

Sheriff: Got it.

Cora: Thank you.

Sheriff: [and he will eye them both sitting in the chair and will leave.

with the door open.]

Cora: [and then she looks down and blushes a bit] I should probably move.

Stiles: Why? You won't be able to see the screen.

Cora: Yeah, but I don't think your dad is okay with it?

Stiles: [nope, clueless] Um, why would he care?

Cora: He very pointedly left the door open.

Stiles: Did he? I thought he just forgot to close it.

Cora: [smirks as she leans in to kiss him] He did. Probably because he didn't want us ... getting carried away.

Stiles: [oh hey that's a kiss and the first one all day. That makes him blink] Oh.

Cora: Not that we were going to. [because this is possibly before they started having sex?]

Stiles: Yeah. I mean, you haven't even taken your shirt off for me yet. [smirks]

Cora: [rolls her eyes] No, I haven't.

Stiles: Do you want to? [teasing]

Cora: Stiles.

Stiles: I'm just asking.

Cora: [sighs and lowers her voice as she leans in again] Not yet.

Stiles: Only when you're ready.

Cora: And when I am, I will let you know.

Stiles: It better be me you let know. [laughs]

Cora: Do you think I'd be telling anyone else?

Stiles: No, but I'm just saying.

Cora: Uh-huh. [and she'll lean in to kiss him again]

Stiles: [and he will smile and kiss her back]

Cora: [and they will just kiss a bit until their dad calls them for pizza, but they will keep it PG]

Stiles: [yup, because the door is open too, but then they can go down and have dinner with the Sheriff]

Cora: [where they will all have the appropriate amount of pizza]

Stiles: [and root beer]

Cora: [yes, and root beer]