Is that a five o'clock shadow in your pants?

[teenyoda]

Who: Stiles and Isaac
What: General crankiness and possible ways to uncranky someone
When: Day 286 (Evening)
Where: The nebulous (somewhere) in the city.
Rating: PG-13

His bad mood from the fight with Derek hadn't gone away when he'd gone home. He'd even played with his ability for the night, lighting and extinguishing flames on candles, but the shine had worn off when he remembered the look on Derek's face. God, he felt like an ass. He'd legitimately gone over to apologize, feeling bad about the fact that he might have actually hurt him, but as usual, Derek had poked and rubbed at him the wrong way and Stiles had reacted by opening his mouth and letting whatever floated into his brain to spew out.

He'd gone to bed hoping to wake up in a better mood, but that hadn't been the case. Scott had asked him how it had gone and proceeded to give him the worst of his puppy butt-face looks when Stiles had grudgingly told him what had happened. Then Stiles had blown up at him and told him it wouldn't have happened if he hadn't made him feel guilty enough to go over and apologize in the first place and had cut the call short, standing in his room feeling like the world's biggest asshole.

The only thing for it was to get out of the house. Go for a walk. Cool off and maybe see something that would take his mind off of the fact that he was still dealing with bullshit teenage drama even after being sucked over to a new world where he was living in the house of a god.

So he went out. He walked. He tried to get interested in the things he saw in the stalls and booths lining the streets. He fake smiled at the people that seemed to be celebrating the return of someone, who'd died. One of the gods. He guessed that answered the question of whether they could die or not.

Mopey and feeling enormously sorry for himself, he kicked a stray rock down an alley, stopping in his steps when he he didn't hear the rock actually hit anything. Looking down the narrow passage, he saw a darker shape in the shadows, one that seemed to blend in a little too well with them. Something resembling a wolf head swung his way and the large body that was attached to it came towards him on paws that matched the rest of it; large. Giant, even. In fact, it looked a lot like... oh, shit. One of those wolves from the call Erica had made earlier. Oh, crap. Oh, double crap. Did these things get hurt? Did they care? They must if the way it was slowly advancing on him said anything about it. Shit. Oh, shit. "Nice puppy. Good puppy. Hey, you don't want to eat Uncle Stiles. I'm full of, uh, preservatives and I probably taste like crap. Plus there's like no meat on me. Really. Isn't there a cat around for you to chase or something?"

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[freezerburned]

Isaac was on his way home from the petstore, bag slung over his shoulder as he walked down the street back toward the community living area in Hel. The fact that he ran into one of his wayward wolves was almost completely by accident, but he did, along with an... annoying human who really seemed to be doing a great job at provoking it so far.

Still, he didn't intervene right away- Isaac simply raised an eyebrow at the scene and stayed his distance a little, trusting Stiles to be more concerned about the shadow wolf that was threatening him. Isaac wasn't really a nice person, so how could he stop himself from edging the animal closer to him? Maybe bare the fangs a little, like they're about to bite him...

"Uncle Stiles?"

Isaac laughed, folding his arms in front of his chest from where he was standing a little behind the other boy.

"I'm not sure if it'll listen to uncle Stiles."

[teenyoda]

He jerked around, twirling as he tried to see who was behind him before spinning back to keep an eye on the wolf. Oh, great. Just who he wanted to see. If it was possible, the scowl on his face got even deeper. Of course Isaac would be the one to come by. Him and his stupid face and his stupid wolves and his stupid... stupid.

"Go away, Isaac, and take your stupid shadow puppet with you. I'm not in the mood." Which was as close to the truth as he felt like getting at the moment. He wasn't in the mood to deal with one of Derek's Betas who'd likely side with him not matter how dickish he was being. Wolf or not, Isaac hadn't seemed to have changed much since he remembered him at the end of the school year. He was still trying to be Derek Jr., which meant he was being Dickhead Jr. as well.

[freezerburned]

Isaac just raised an eyebrow at the sulky behavior, his wolf circling around to press up against his calf, still baring its fangs a little toward Stiles. Not that Stiles wasn't usually sulking- he almost always seemed to be unhappy about one thing or another, but he seemed positively morose.

Well... not Isaac's problem.

"Lucky for you, someone was here to rescue you. Shame it wasn't Scott."

[teenyoda]

"Right. Because I need to be rescued all the time." Yep, that was him, snapping at someone with a guard shadow. Fire or not, he didn't consider himself completely helpless and he wasn't going to cringe away from Isaac.

Good thing he didn't know about the boost yet.

"Just, go do whatever it is that you do when you're not being an asshole. Oh, wait, that would presume you were ever not an asshole. My bad."

[freezerburned]

"Don't you?"

He shrugged.

"That's kind of the... glaring impression I get from you. Either way, if you don't want to be rescued now..." And the wolf started advancing again, fur prickling up at its shoulders, teeth gritted in a silent snarl. "-just let me know."

[teenyoda]

"There's a difference between being rescued and having someone prove their dickish behavior with more dickish behavior. Like, you know, siccing your little pet on me." He folded his arms and stared at Isaac, trying not to show that the dog creeping closer was bothering him.

[freezerburned]

"If I wasn't here to rescue you, he probably would have attacked you."

But ultimately, Isaac waved a hand and the wolf circled back to him, shoulders hunched.

"But whatever. You're not worth it, Stiles."

[teenyoda]

And that was just about it. After all he'd done for Derek and Isaac, they both just looked at him like he shit they'd tracked in on their shoes. "You know what? Screw you too, Isaac. I'm sick of this judgmental bullshit you and your supreme dick leader pass on everyone who isn't part of your little wolf club. You can take that arrogant attitude of yours and freeze it into a cock and shove it up Derek's ass for all the shits I give."

He looked between Isaac and his wolf, then turned and moved to leave. No way was he going to stand there and let Isaac Lahey of all people dictate to him how worthless he was as a person.

[freezerburned]

All he'd done? Pray tell, what exactly had Stiles ever done for him?

Still, at the sudden verbal... onslaught, Isaac stopped cold, watching as Stiles moves off down the street. His anger spiked, and his fists clenched a little, the wolf darting out to circle around Stiles' legs, stopping in front of him and preventing him from moving any further.

Isaac takes a step toward Stiles' back, his eyes narrowed, shadowy claws curving wickedly out from his fingertips.

"You wanna try saying that again?"

[teenyoda]

The dog (DOG) was in front of him, barring his way and Stiles would have kicked at it if he wasn't so fond of keeping all of his body parts. He turned around, seeing darkness extending from Isaac's fingers, fear mixed with anger bubbling in his stomach.

"Looks like you haven't changed much, huh? Get a little pissed off and the claws come out. Way to keep using violence as your first means of problem solving. I'm done with you, Isaac. I'm done with you and I'm done with Derek. I just don't care anymore. You guys have no redeeming qualities and this little display here? Kind of proves it."

Stiles could be in a body cast in the hospital, laid up and on copious amounts of painkillers and his mouth would still try to get him in trouble. It was just the way he was programmed.

[freezerburned]

Isaac's eyes narrowed a little further at that and he stepped closer, reaching out to grab at Stiles' shirt. The claws folded back into his hands a little, so he didn't quite tear it or scratch at him, but it was a close call, and as he brought the other boy close, his face twisted into a sneer.

"You know why violence is my first choice? Because it's much more effective than running my mouth. If I hit you hard enough, I never have to resort to plan B."

Another step, and they were almost nose to nose, the wolf skirting around Stiles' legs, making sure its presence was still there, still known. Isaac's jaw was tight, and maybe Stiles did hit a little close to home, but he would never admit to something as stupid as that.

"You don't know anything about me, Stilinski. Go home."

And with that he simply... let go. Shoved Stiles backward, narrowly avoiding his own shadow creature.

[teenyoda]

He felt the edge of the claws, another mark that he'd have to hide from Scott because of his big mouth, and he just deflated. Not out of fear; Isaac wasn't near the level of a pissed of Alpha in his face or a kanima trying to maul him to itty bitty Stiles pieces, but out of the two words Isaac said that Stiles couldn't do.

Go home.

He wanted to. Sure, he had Scott here, but hell, he'd had him at home. He had no idea what this place was, but when he'd been at home, things had been... better. Or getting there, he'd thought. And he'd had his dad there.

Here? He had a pack of ex werewolves who hated him and who were all still stronger than him, meaning there he was, again, getting pushed around like a ragdoll by people with short fuses and big tempers. Again.

He was just so sick of it. When Isaac pushed him away, he stumbled, not even paying the stalking wolf any attention. He just gave the other boy a miserable look, trying not to act like he was about three seconds away from maybe letting a tear slip. "You don't know how much I wish I could."

He wanted his dad and his best friend and that tiny sliver of normality that he'd been getting used to. This place threw him entirely out of whack and he hated it.

Setting his jaw, trying to not give into the pricking in his eyes, he turned around, back to Isaac as he headed for his district and the small room that was where he was supposed to keep himself.

[freezerburned]

As Isaac watched him go, his shoulders went a little slack. Obviously, the brat was just a few inches from tears, and as much as Isaac really didn't care, he still felt a pang of guilt. Which was completely irrational- he'd been a few seconds away from laying Stiles flat himself, hadn't he?

Regardless, Isaac let him go. He didn't want to fight, especially with Stiles in a fit like that, and he had nowhere near the social grace to try and make him feel better (besides, he didn't really want to do something like that either).

The wolf stayed at his side, at least, curling around his shin, and Isaac let down a hand to absently pet it, before turning and continuing his walk home.