[Excuse him, Rachel. He's too busy staring to do anything actually constructive. Holy shit. She just actually pulled an actual dragon actually off the actual page. Actually.
And it was moving and looking very much not like the little plastic gecko he'd seen her do. No, it was a living, breathing dragon.
Not the time for an excited boner, Stiles. No. Bad boner.
He shifted in his seat, hiding what was clearly not an inconvenient woody as he bent his head down to desk level and just stared at him.]
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And it was moving and looking very much not like the little plastic gecko he'd seen her do. No, it was a living, breathing dragon.
Not the time for an excited boner, Stiles. No. Bad boner.
He shifted in his seat, hiding what was clearly not an inconvenient woody as he bent his head down to desk level and just stared at him.]
Holy shit, Rach.