[ Jesus, since when has Logan had a limo? Stiles isn't subtle when Logan pulls up, staring at the thing like he's both impressed and trying to come up with a joke about how fucking out of character it feels for the Logan he knows to be a driver. There's a twitch at the corner of his lips when Logan steps out and hands off the drinks, but other than that, Stiles keeps his comments to himself. ]
'Kay.
[ Stiles does as he's told, sliding off of Roscoe and picking up his share of the load. He heads inside, screwing his nose up, too, once the smell hits him, but he's already taking a sip of his soda, so he doesn't get to comment right away. Once he's set the tray back down on the counter, Stiles is spinning on his heel to look at Logan, hands shoved into the pocket of his hoodie. ]
I'm gonna clean your house, too. Free of charge. You need to air the place out a bit, dude.
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'Kay.
[ Stiles does as he's told, sliding off of Roscoe and picking up his share of the load. He heads inside, screwing his nose up, too, once the smell hits him, but he's already taking a sip of his soda, so he doesn't get to comment right away. Once he's set the tray back down on the counter, Stiles is spinning on his heel to look at Logan, hands shoved into the pocket of his hoodie. ]
I'm gonna clean your house, too. Free of charge. You need to air the place out a bit, dude.