[ did natasha romanoff just ask stiles to dance? holy shit. he's since paused his stupid dancing to get a drink, and stiles stares at her with wide, comical eyes when the question comes across. it takes literally everything for him to not drop the cup--he chokes on his drink and nods as fast as he can instead, zooming over to the nearest table to put it down before returning with kind of a dumb look on his face, cheeks flushed red.
is he dreaming right now holy crap. ] Yes--yes, totally. Partner. Awesome, let's dance.
[ and then, because he is a nerd, he offers up his arm to her towards the dance floor. ]
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is he dreaming right now holy crap. ] Yes--yes, totally. Partner. Awesome, let's dance.
[ and then, because he is a nerd, he offers up his arm to her towards the dance floor. ]