PSL Box

[useofcuriosity]

 

 

Want to play a PSL or a Prompt? Me too! Lets DO IT.  Give a prompt, a word, a picture. Or, start a scene with a fancy au. I'll tag you! It's neat! It's fun! GO JOE.

Examples:

Everyone shift to the left (your character is a werewolf? Now they're a banshee. Or a hunter. Whatever!)
Nogitsune Stuff
Grey's Anatomy Universe
Otherwordly

Comments

[lefthandedgenius]

"But how's your manual dexterity?" she inquires sweetly. "You've done your fair share in the OR. Right?"

[useofcuriosity]

"I've done enough, yeah. You'd have to tell me how it is, I guess." Everyone's bias.

[lefthandedgenius]

"How good you are with your hands?"

Holy crap, is she flirting?

[useofcuriosity]

"Maybe." Is he flirting back? He's certainly trying.

[lefthandedgenius]

"Maybe we'll put that to the test sometime." Lydia salutes him with her mojito, taking a look around. "Next time, not a restaurant. Not that I have any objection. I just want to see what you'll come up with."

In which dating Lydia is a bit like having a gauntlet thrown down.

[useofcuriosity]

"Not a restaurant. Got it." And glad that there's apparently going to be a next time. "I do like a challenge."

[lefthandedgenius]

"Good. That's apparent, given your taste in women." she informs him slyly. "You know I'm an infuriating handful, right?"

[useofcuriosity]

"I'm up for it, I think." He'd have to be, right?

[lefthandedgenius]

"You'll have to be." she says, somehow echoing his thoughts. "What do you want to do?" she asks. "After internship, I mean. Do you want to keep on at the hospital, or go into private practice, or...?"

[useofcuriosity]

"Probably private practice. Better chance at working with kids that way, yeah?" In his opinion, anyway.

[lefthandedgenius]

"Do you want any of your own someday?" She pauses, blinking. "Wow, that is so not a question I should be asking you. Sorry...withdrawn." She shakes her head.

[useofcuriosity]

Hey, he'll answer. "Uh...maybe? Depending. On things." Head and brain things.

[lefthandedgenius]

There's a pause, and...oh. Right. She blinks again, brow furrowing. "Of course. Sorry. Change of subject. You said your dad was in law enforcement?"

[useofcuriosity]

There's one thing about Stiles, he can appear pretty much unflappable. And change conversation like a whip. "I did! He's a sheriff, actually. The Sheriff, actually. Of Beacon Hills."

[lefthandedgenius]

She smiles at that. "I bet you learned a lot from him growing up." Menus are regarded briefly, and orders are given. "Now I'm totally picturing you like some kind of Hardy Boy or maybe one of the guys from Scooby Do, solving spooky crimes."

[useofcuriosity]

"Oh, yeah. Me and Scott? Totally the Hardy Boys." He grins at her.

[lefthandedgenius]

"I'm having trouble picturing you as Fred or Shaggy, though." she admits, and playfully fluffs her hair. "I'd make an awesome Daphne."

[useofcuriosity]

"Hey, I could be Velma. You never know. And you are definitely Daphne."

[lefthandedgenius]

She reaches out across the table and taps her index finger right between his eyes. "No glasses." she points out. "Though I bet you have great legs that would look awesome in that little brown skirt of hers."

[useofcuriosity]

He laughs. "Oh, I do, I'm sure of it."