[ she's opening her mouth to argue back at his initial skepticism (it was a really big dog okay??), but then he's simulating the scratch with faux-clawed fingers and lecturing her - her what? her cover story? that's what it sounds like - and all she can do is listen with her mouth open slightly, all arguments lost somewhere in her throat as she realizes in a mix of horror and relief that he knows.
she finally closes her mouth, her brow knitting a little. give her a second to process both this turn of events and the wisdom he's imparting, her eyes on the healing scars as she simultaneously pictures a mountain lion's claws and mentally vows to avoid shorts like the plague.
then she exhales a laughed breath, looking up at stiles again. ]
I guess I'm gonna have to keep that in mind. [ with a definite underlying 'thanks'. ]
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she finally closes her mouth, her brow knitting a little. give her a second to process both this turn of events and the wisdom he's imparting, her eyes on the healing scars as she simultaneously pictures a mountain lion's claws and mentally vows to avoid shorts like the plague.
then she exhales a laughed breath, looking up at stiles again. ]
I guess I'm gonna have to keep that in mind. [ with a definite underlying 'thanks'. ]