[ stiles' actions are … something. rather than turn red with embarrassment, he merely keeps it going, being himself with no reservations what-so-ever — it's the type of personality cora rarely finds herself bumping shoulders with, instead opting for the more serious types, who barely laugh, or laugh at others rather than themselves. he's the type of personality derek needs, to keep him laughing and creating jokes at his own expense, but cora thinks herself too old and far too serious to need the likes of stiles stilinski to hover around her. (clearly, she's wrong — for once in her life.) she can't help but laugh, despite her attempts to school her own expression and act dumb, as though he's trying to reel in another poor fish within the sea of more colourful and glittery people. ]
[ it appears as though cora's about to pop up from her chair, as if the hook has sunk into her arm or leg, but she merely adjusts herself — perhaps a purposeful teasing to his own jesting — and shakes her head at him. when she opens her mouth, it's laughter that frames her words, ] No. [ and it's not a small rejection due to his own dancing, it's due to her own, finding her legs too clumsy on a dance floor when they know how to move across a field or court. ]
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[ it appears as though cora's about to pop up from her chair, as if the hook has sunk into her arm or leg, but she merely adjusts herself — perhaps a purposeful teasing to his own jesting — and shakes her head at him. when she opens her mouth, it's laughter that frames her words, ] No. [ and it's not a small rejection due to his own dancing, it's due to her own, finding her legs too clumsy on a dance floor when they know how to move across a field or court. ]