Park | Tuesday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

It wasn't really a rare sight to see Stiles in gym clothes because he was a guy and they tended to dress in Tyler Hoechlin chic when it got hot. However, it was the rare day that he was actually exercising with them on. Running, even! Running. For fun. He wasn't doing it because Scott said he and Isaac were going to join the track team and Stiles wanted to keep up with Isaac's stupid beautiful angular angelic face. He wasn't.

And he was just gonna lay on this bench for a little while until his motivation to run kicked in. Which would happen any minute now, really.

[Open, of course]

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[arsenicmauls]

Gert was taking her dinosaur for a walk, as one did, when she spotted Stiles doing what appeared to be taking a nap (?) on a park bench.

"You know, the flamingos'll end up pecking at you if you lay there for too long," she advised.

[robinonadderall]

"I'm not afraid of flamingos." He was afraid of a lot of things, but birds weren't one of them.

This fear would be remedied in the next few months, most likely.

[arsenicmauls]

Stiles wasn't allowed to just live his life free of fear, it was true.

"Really? I always thought they were kind of intimidating," she said, taking a seat on another bench nearby. "Something about the height and the unabashedly being pink."

[robinonadderall]

"What's wrong with pink? Pink is great," Stiles declared. "I don't know when pink started getting a bad rep but I'm going to state here and now that I love pink."

Or, rather, he loved when Lydia wore pink. Which was often.

[arsenicmauls]

Gert wrinkled her nose. "It's a little... cheerful. Kind of like flamingos are those people who are always trying to get their friends to be more upbeat."

Like Karolina Not to name names or anything.

[robinonadderall]

"I think you need to broaden your horizons," Stiles said. "Pink is multifaceted."

[arsenicmauls]

"Yeah? Like how?" Guess you were the spokesman for pink now, Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

"I know a girl who wears pink all the time and she's not very cheerful," he said. "Bitch is a term I've used to describe her but I prefer to say she preemptively doesn't take crap from anyone."

[arsenicmauls]

"Good choice." Becaus the word 'bitch' wasn't Gert's favorite. "Well, I guess purple doesn't have the best rep either, and that's my favorite, so maybe pink can get a pass."

Purple flamingos would look really weird, for the record.

[robinonadderall]

"Good. Pink deserves respect." He didn't really feel that strongly on the matter but he needed to push for no other reason than to push sometimes. "Pink's not even my favorite color. It's red."

He was a cliche, yes.

[arsenicmauls]

"Well, red's a lot better." That was obvious.

[robinonadderall]

"I like to think so," he said. "I think it started as convienece 'cause that was my old school's colors."

[arsenicmauls]

"Huh. I didn't have you pegged as a guy overflowing with school spirit," Gert commented. "Was it a really awesome school or something?" If there even was such a thing?

[justlurkinghere]

"What are you doing?" Don't ask why Derek was there, Stiles. He had this sixth sense for when you were being stupid.

Because he needed to mock someone, damn it.

[robinonadderall]

"I'm jogging, duh." Wasn't it obvious, Derek?

[justlurkinghere]

Derek looked from him, to the park, back to him. "Yeah, I can see that."

[robinonadderall]

"I'm taking a break." Walking from the dorms to the park was tiring. "What are you doing out here? Trying to find someone to lurk on?"

[justlurkinghere]

Aaaaaand that would be when Puppy Joe did a flying leap onto Stiles' stomach. He was a small dog and therefore had the ability to somehow put all his weight onto one paw. It was a mystery how he did this. A horrible, painful mystery.

"Take a guess."

[robinonadderall]

"Oh god why?!" Puppy Joe, you were cute but you were dangerous. "Guess I should be grateful it wasn't a few inches lower."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'll train him better next time." Derek was a bitch, it would appear. Shocking no one.

[robinonadderall]

"Your daddy is a jerk, Puppy Joe, yes he is," Stiles cooed, giving the ball of fluff cuddles. "A jerk with bad hair."

[justlurkinghere]

"You're wearing sweats." DEREK JUDGED YOU. WORK OUT IN TIGHT JEANS, STILES. LIKE A MAN.

[robinonadderall]

"What else am I supposed to work out in?" he asked.

[justlurkinghere]

"You're supposed to work out," Derek shot back. "Wearing that and laying around just makes you look bad."

[robinonadderall]

"I'm going to run!" he insisted. "When I'm ready."

You know, when he remembered Isaac's stupid face trying to steal his BFF through longing looks and shared hobbies like track.