☆彡 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳
❛ this isn't just a scarf, alright? y'know, it also doubles up as a super awesome cape. ❜
lois was waiting for superman -
not a teenage beta with a bad
attitude and a habit of wearing
...
After a mere and pathetic five minutes of waiting in the jeep, so that Derek could work his magic upon the lady at the front desk of the station, the pair of awkward teenagers had not-so-smoothly made their way towards said station with their heads ducked low.
The plan had been for the wolf to distract the officer stood at the desk — with what they weren't all too sure — so that she was thoroughly distracted for the time being. If all went to plan, this would mean that Lois and Stiles were able to sneak past the front desk and into the hallway, thus successfully making it to Sheriff Stilinski's office and grabbing the keys to the (possibly murderous) beta's holding cell and get him out...somehow.
Other than that, they hadn't really had time to finish the plan, yet. Lois and Stiles had decided that they were going to wing it in every area possible. If in doubt they would improvise, and if things got messy, then they would have Derek nearby to punch someone in the face. While it wasn't the best plan, it would do.
It sounded like it could work.
Lois had never thought that she would say it during the years of insecurity from the ages twelve through fifteen, but she was fairly lucky to have been pretty short. It worked to her advantage these days, giving her the ability to hide and keep out of sight with ease. Stiles, however, was a lanky and clumsy idiot who seemed to know nothing about the word discrete — even when he assured her that he did. She had even offered to look up the dictionary definition if he had really needed her to, but the boy had gotten in a huff and continued to crawl away. Now, she really wished that she had done it anyway. Her words had made no difference.
