• @jaxwhiittemore •
Roscoe had been working on the jeep since practice started and she heard someone approaching. Raising up on her toes, she reaches deep under the hood to feel for the leak in the hose. Teeth met in her lower lip as she squinted one of her eyes. “Stiles hasn’t come out yet–“ she turned to look at him, sensing something familiar about him but couldn’t put her finger on it.
Sincerely his intentions in approaching the residence of the Stilinski was unclear. But he knew that the only person who would put some attention and, perhaps, believe him was Stiles. As much as it cost him to admit it, Jackson and the human had much in common, especially the ’do not trust anyone, be a bastard with all’. If he explained his case to Stiles would at least have someone who thought before giving an opinion… err, no wait, Stiles did not think much as should. But at least he had a pretty good intuition. It is not to throw dirt on Scott… suuuuure not. As it was, there he was, parking his car and down to meet the crappy Jeep the human adored so much. Only instead of meeting above, he was found with a girl. Oh surprise. “Ah… You know at least when it will?”