Stiles is flicking paper footballs at someone's head in homeroom, which is, in his opinion, a productive morning. If he can't learn magic, and he has to deal with cardcaptors and sorcerers and bears...well, he'll make his own fun.
"I think I'd want to be the one- I think we should talk later, not in front of them."
They put together a nice routine.
"That looks like it works. Should we leave you guys to it?"
"What's the, uh. General category of things you like? Handcuffs I've got."
"I'd say my tastes are varied and extensive. Might be better to ask what you like. ...and might be a good idea for us to just have vanilla sex before actually trying anything new."
"How proper and gentlemanly of you. I would love to go on another date with you, too."
"Not wet, no. Do you think Clow Reed liked the rain more than you? He dedicated a whole card to it."
"Looking at the Cards he did make I'm not entirely sure he actually chose them."
"I've heard magic can be like that when it comes to making artifacts, it's not impossible. It's just that what he did was unprecedented, I guess I assumed he must have gotten exactly what he wanted."
"Yeah I expect he probably didn't get everything he wanted—if he's me, that'd include being immortal forever and making everyone else like that, too."
"If you're missing half...he could be out there, dormant somehow. Waiting for us to have all the cards, maybe."
"So hiking! It's pretty cool of you to go along with this, most people aren't really into it. Bugs, I guess."