Glances around the TL before blasting Timber and dancing around to it.

"Swing your partner round and round. End of the night is going down."

"It's going down. I'm yelling timber. You better move. You better dance." //Stiles!// Trips over a chair. "What!?"

"Going to find somewhere quiet since this asshole." Jabs the writer. "This one right here. Keeps interrupting me in my free time."

//I've got someone coming over. Will be back in a little bit.

Stiles had been working on his homework.... That was until, his father; the sheriff, had called him. His eyes had danced-- — Valerie 𝓛. Tyler