[ no, she was not expecting Stiles to show up at her room before she managed to message him. okay yeah, she was expecting him in the general sense, she did ask him to help her decorate around the city, but there's a knock at her door and she wasn't expecting it, and she opened said door and there was Stiles, with a big gift-y looking box, and she was sort of caught staring at it before looking up at him and making a face to hide the fact that her cheeks are turning dark. but eventually she let him in, eventually he convinced her to open it. which is where we're at now, Rachel and Stiles sitting up at the head of her bed with this giant set of art supplies, and she feels overwhelmed in a breath-catchy way, even though the shirt ( which she opened first ) makes her laugh and nudge against his shoulder with her own, she's actually kind of speechless now that she's just looking over both boxes, now opened in front of them. but she realizes that silence is a bad reaction to a really great gift, even if she is smiling like a kid in a candy store, and she ends up sort of reaching for him before she can really think to say anything. ]
Holy Hera. Stiles.
[ it's a little difficult, trying to turn towards someone when you're sitting crosslegged on your bed, but she's trying, and eventually she's in an awkward position that allows her arms to find their way around his shoulders, just so she can give him a big kiss on the cheek before hugging him from said awkward position ]
You have no idea-
[ how much this means to her, how awesome this is, how much she loves the gift, etc etc ]
Oh, gods! This is perfect!
[ so much for warm embraces though, because she's scrambling off the bed now to grab her notebook off of her desk, flipping to a particular page before turning it in her hands and holding it out for him to see, once she's situated herself in front of him on the bed again. it's a detailed line drawing of this little guy. ]
Sorry there isn't any wrapping paper to rip up, but he's yours. Will be! Once you tell me how to color him. Purple, red, and blue, right? [ talking at a mile a minute? yep ] Only now I have a million more pastels to work with, so he's going to look even better than I thought he would.
action!! her room, cause. you'll see.
Holy Hera. Stiles.
[ it's a little difficult, trying to turn towards someone when you're sitting crosslegged on your bed, but she's trying, and eventually she's in an awkward position that allows her arms to find their way around his shoulders, just so she can give him a big kiss on the cheek before hugging him from said awkward position ]
You have no idea-
[ how much this means to her, how awesome this is, how much she loves the gift, etc etc ]
Oh, gods! This is perfect!
[ so much for warm embraces though, because she's scrambling off the bed now to grab her notebook off of her desk, flipping to a particular page before turning it in her hands and holding it out for him to see, once she's situated herself in front of him on the bed again. it's a detailed line drawing of this little guy. ]
Sorry there isn't any wrapping paper to rip up, but he's yours. Will be! Once you tell me how to color him. Purple, red, and blue, right? [ talking at a mile a minute? yep ] Only now I have a million more pastels to work with, so he's going to look even better than I thought he would.