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iamthefirechild:

Helios just headbutts him and makes sure to rub his face along stiles’ fingers and arm.

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It’s not that she’s hurrying, exactly, but usually she might pedal a little slower, enjoy the day — not push the few stoplights. Okay, so she’s hurrying. She spots the blue Jeep as she’s rounding the last corner, and makes herself take the time to actually put the bike in the rack before she taps on the window. “Hi?”

Stiles is completely lost in the act of rubbing the cat’s ears by the time the girl appears. Completely lost, a funny little uncomplicated smile over his face that doesn’t show up too often these days.

Which means when she taps on the window, he’s shrieking, trying to scramble away from the window while still seatbelted in place. It’s not flattering.

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A few seconds later, he’s cranking the window down, looking sheepish. “Uh…Summer?”

She blurts out a laugh, hiding it behind one hand. “That’s me,” Summer says, around the absurdly huge smile on her face. “I didn’t mean to startle you so badly.”

Helios hears his momma’s voice and bolts across Stiles’ lap to stand with front feet planted on the edge of the window and back feet heavily on Stiles’ crotch. He thrusts his head out toward Summer, whiskers forward in an equally huge kitty smile.

“I think he likes you,” she says.

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