{ An indie selective and private Lydia Martin roleplay blog, tracking the tag: bravexbanshee. the images and the character are not mine.}
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( even if he does know fully well that lydia has no real intent behind her motions to leave, he humors her by turning around in a mess of limbs to grab his book and drag it with infinite lack of grace into his lap, simply allowing it to fall to a random page where he leaves it. just for show. hands gesture to it in a grand expression, eyebrows raising. )
“Look, I’m studying. Which means you’d better sit your cute little tushy right on down and crack open the books, Martin.”
( yet rather than wait for her to do so, he gets to his feet, setting the book in his chair so he is free to go to her and take the things she is pretending to put away out of her hands, placing them aside. )
“Can’t just walk out on me in the middle of a study date.”
{ they’re an odd pair, she knows it. the beauty queen and the spastic geek who is always tripping over himself. lydia has never once tripped over herself but stiles has made an art form of it. it’s hilarious. the strawberry blonde smirks as he grabs everything from her hands and wraps her arms around his midsection before gazing up at him, attempting to hide her emotions from him. but he has been studying her for ten years and while lydia may know mathematic equations that she can recite in her dreams, stiles stilinski knows lydia martin. hell, he has a master’s degree at this point. }
” I don’t recall there being a rule that says that I can’t. Is this your method of stopping me? – It’s working. Now tell me, what exactly do you want to hear? “