Stiles Stilinski's First Entrance (for real this time!)

[whatisastiles]

Stiles Stilinski is trying to solve one of the greatest mysteries of his young life, and he's six now, so he's knows from mysteries. Mom and Dad are taking him to a baseball game (Go Beacon Hills Bluebirds!), but he can't find his baseball glove anywhere.

He runs back into his room—Dad says if he's not ready in five minutes they're leaving without him—double checks under the bed, then pulls open the closet. It looks like he took a wrong turn on the way to Narnia, cause he's just walked into some sort of restaurant, and some of the people there definitely don't look like they belong in Beacon Hills.

He reacts pretty much as you'd expect a boy this curious and enthusiastic about the world would.

"This is so cool!"



[ooc: Stiles doesn't know that his 16 year old self was just here the other day. Be a doll and don't tell him, kay?]

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[whatisastiles]

"Like hamburgers?!" Stiles loves hamburgers, especially with curly fries.

"How old is your brother?"

[not_his_pa]

"Fifteen, he's only a few years younger than me. Yeah, like that though we don't eat 'em in my time."

[whatisastiles]

"Fiff-teen?" he says, impressed. That's really old, like almost as old as Dad.

"How old are you?"

[not_his_pa]

"Seventeen, what about you?"

[whatisastiles]

"Seven-teeen?? Whoa. You're like a grown up," he says.

"I'm six."

[not_his_pa]

"I try to be. Six, you're growin' up fast. What's your name?"

[whatisastiles]

"Stiles Stilinski!" he says with a grin.

It's a mouthful, and he's proud of his ability to pronounce it properly now.

[not_his_pa]

"I'm William Evans and that's a good name. Folks won't forget you with it."

[whatisastiles]

"Hi William Evans," he says. "I like you."

"Do you have a nickname? Stiles is my nickname, cause my real name is stupid."

[not_his_pa]

"Sometimes I get called Will but that's about it. Stiles, that works. Where are you from, Stiles?"

Its nice to be liked so quickly and Stiles' enthusiasm is fun.

[whatisastiles]

"Beacon Hills! It's in California. Do you know where that is?"

[not_his_pa]

"Yeah, California's where there's gold and folks are always goin' there cause its by the ocean and green. I'm from Arizona Territory,"

[whatisastiles]

"Do you live in the desert? Is it hot? It's not very hot in Beacon Hills."

[not_his_pa]

"I do, yeah and it is awful hot."

[whatisastiles]

"Why don't you move somewhere less hot?"

[not_his_pa]

"Cause the dry air's good for my brother and it'd be expensive to move someplace else."

[whatisastiles]

"Oh."

"Do you like baseball?"

[not_his_pa]

"I know of it but haven't played it much."

[whatisastiles]

"Mom and Dad and me are going to a baseball game tonight. I need to find my glove so I can catch a foul ball," he explains rapidly.

"Dad says if I catch it I get to take it home."

[not_his_pa]

"Oh, Bar could help you get another glove if you can't find yours."

[whatisastiles]

"Really?"

[not_his_pa]

"Yeah, she'll give most things. Come on, let's ask her," He stands up and heads to the counter.

[whatisastiles]

Stiles trots along after him eagerly.

[not_his_pa]

At the counter, William looks down at Stiles, "What sort of glove do you want?"

[whatisastiles]

"Jus' the reg'lar kind I guess."

He looks down at his hands. "I throw with this one," he says, holding up his right hand.