Homework Help & Other Advice [Stiles]

Cyrus rolled his eyes and laughed as he listened to Stiles play along with his silly comment. Did he assume Stiles would play along with it? Yes. But it never ceased to amuse him. "Woman! We've talked about this before!" he replied to his new 'wife'. Rolling his eyes at the 'brat' comment, Cyrus grabbed his backpack and pulled out his Chemistry book and his copy of Catcher in the Rye for his English class. He was pretty sure that he was about a chapter behind everybody but it was so confusing to him.

"Well I do have a set of keys, in case if you forgot about that" Cyrus said and helped his set of keys to the house. "And I was thirsty. Besides, it's not the end of the world if I take one soda. And yes, dear, my feet are clean. Sheesh woman, nagging me to death." he said, obviously joking. "Just Chemistry and English today." he said with a smile. In Cyrus' mind, he was in Stiles' debt for helping him out so much with his homework.

"Oh yeah my mom and dad say thank you for helping me out with my grades" Cyrus told Stiles. It wasn't his real mother that was saying thanks, it was his step mother. His real mother had died when Cyrus was very little. He didn't even remember her. "She baked you and your dad a pie but I uh sort of ate it all." he admitted with a small chuckle. He wasn't sure if hunger was a side affect from being bitten by a werewolf, but he had been more hungry as late. Or he had been forgetting to eat.


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TAGGED:; Stiles Stilinski
NOTES:; Enjoy!

Cyrus rolled his eyes at Stiles' being paid comment. "I could always mention it to my parents. I'm sure they won't mind." he said and shrugged his shoulders. "But they might think you're rude if you want money, my mom thought you were doing it out of the kindness of your heart" he smirked.

"Now dear Stiles why in the world would I murder you? You're like my older brother and one of my best friends." Cyrus replied back, knowing that information would boost Stiles' ego by about 1000%. "And plus you're a much better tutor than Blaze is. Seriously, love that kid to death but all he ever wants is a damn muffin"

Cyrus nervously rubbed the back of his neck. Now he needed to make a lie to cover up how he ate a whole pie to himself. "Sorry" he spoke softly. "I sort of got a little high and I was really hungry" he explained, it seemed rather suitable for him. "Uh I can try with the help of my sister. If apple pie is alright with you." he said, he really did owe Stiles a new pie.

When Stiles had punched his shoulder, Cyrus had barely felt a thing. On his end, it was more like a tap or a poke rather than a punch. Was that a normal thing? Nobody had tried to punch him lately, so he had no idea really. So maybe it was.

Hearing the werewolf comment, Cyrus froze. Did Stiles know? How would he? He hadn't told his brother figure by now & he was pretty sure that he hadn't given any hints or anything. If he did give out any hints, they weren't intentional at all. Giving a nervous laugh at the werewolf comment, Cyrus stood up. "Yeah, as if werewolves are real" he replied back, hoping that Stiles didn't notice him freeze before replying.

"Just stay there and don't punch anything else" Cyrus instructed his new 'wife'. Heading to the kitchen, Cyrus grabbed a zip lock bagged and filled it with ice from the freezer, it wasn't exactly 100% what Stiles had asked for, but it would do just fine. Closing up the plastic bag, making sure there was no air in it, he made his way back into the living room.

"Here" Cyrus said and gently handed his friend the ice bag rather than tossing it to him. He didn't want to hurt Stiles again.


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OUTFIT:; here
TAGGED:; Stiles Stilinski
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Cyrus rolled his eyes as Stiles continued on with the whole 'wife' comment. It seemed as if it would become an inside joke between the two that he would probably have to explain if somebody were to ever ask. "Yeah well wifey, his mother kind of runs his life." Cyrus said, trying to figure out how to explain the situation without fully telling Stiles everything. "His mom just has a lot of expectations out of him and makes sure that he doesn't try to chicken out of them is all" he said, it worked and he didn't even mention that his friend was a druid!

"A little, I just didn't want to get fat or anything" Cyrus said sheepishly. It was true, he did a little of working out before he was bitten. But by now it was as if he had been taking steroids the entire time, with how strong he currently was. Hearing the name Derek Hale, Cyrus paused. He had never met the guy before, but he knew what had happened to him. It seemed like everybody on town sort of knew what happened to Derek. "Just a little bit of weight lifting really" he added absent mindedly.

To say that Cyrus felt guilty was an understatement. He had wanted to tell his big brother about it ever since it had happened, but he had no idea exactly how to break the news to him. He had been struggling with it for a few months. Of course he had no problem telling Blaze, probably because he knew that Blaze wouldn't exactly freak out.

Sitting down next to Stiles, Cyrus removed the beanie from his head and began twisting the hat in his hands. It was now or never. He didn't want to keep his brother figure out of the dark forever. "Well a few months ago something happened" Cyrus started, assuming Stiles would a joke in there. "I was walking home late from school, my mom decided to hire a tutor for me for a little bit. But once she saw how bad it was going, she decided you were a much better tutor by the way. But on the way home, something jumped out and well bit me"


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OUTFIT:; here
TAGGED:; Stiles Stilinski
NOTES:; Enjoy!