The following day has class as usual, their fears of Argent discovery not having caused anything unexpected overnight.
They use it.
Stiles does not lack in energy, though he does have the limits of any mortal man.
"Hey. I was wondering...how hard would it be to do the..."
He gestures, his hands indicating claws.
"You know. During."
"You know, the wolfy thing. Claws, the fur, the whole deal."
"It would be ungentlemanly to say yes, so how about I say I'm not very gentlemanly."
He laughs. "I haven't ever tried, so I'm not sure. Perhaps I should ask Derek."
"Mmm. I kind of want to try magic and I kind of want to stay in bed."
"You're a good thinker. You should do it professionally."
Nuzzle.
"Small towns around the USA, fatefully running into hunters almost literally everywhere."
"Yeah, that sounds...rough. How long are you planning to stay in this one?"
"I'm actually thinking staying might not be a bad idea, I have more people on my side here than I've ever had."
"There's you, your father, Scott—actually I should go check whether he's told his mom about it—and even Derek."
"If he's actually on our side, yeah. Any ideas for checking that?"
"...he's a werewolf, he's lonely, he's introverted as all get out and possibly misanthropic and needs a therapist, I don't think he's evil."
"I'm not saying he's evil! Maybe a little evil. I'm just saying he might not want to help us."
"Eh, I've read this book and watched this show, he'll come around. Faster if we don't nag him and don't do anything stupid that will risk his and our lives for no good reason, at least until the local hunter problem's been dealt with."