[ stiles just shoots scott a briefly confused look, like he's waiting for scott to realize what he just said, to remember that things are supposed to be terrible between them right now... before he just gives a tired sort of sigh and shrugs, slumping down and dropping his head onto scott's lap. he stares up at him, expression blank but gently curious, before he does the sort something driven entirely by stress and impulse -- he turns his face to the side and blows a raspberry directly onto his best friend's stomach through his shirt. ]
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