Teen Wolf: I Spy

'Is that Miguel and... Stiles'
He didn't mean to linger so long by the window, but he couldn't help it. He'd simply meant to take the shorter route home. But as he turned the corner he noticed a figure just beyond the window, one he recognized.

They were murmuring too low for him to make out their words, but he could tell it was heated. Stiles had obviously run his mouth off again, asking questions that didn't need answering or maybe he made a snide remark... or maybe...

"UMPH!" Stiles grunted, jacked up against the locker again.
Whatever the reason, Miguel was pissed. He had an intense fix on the guy, eyes glowing- wait, glowing? It must have been the light on his face. He was baring teeth now and growling. He was actually growling.
If he didn't know any better he'd have sworn he caught him take a sniff just south of Stiles's collar before slamming his head back.
"Don't ever do that again." He muttered, finally giving the boy some slack to slide back on.

Stiles only kept his head turned to the side, refusing eye contact with the other man, only the buckling of his weak knees betraying his true fear.
"Don't make me have to then."

Miguel slammed his fist against the wall at that comment, clearly tired of the backtalk.
A frail piece of plaster crumbled under the force. Whoa.
Danny thought of stepping in between the two, or rather separating Stiles from this possible threat, but he decided against it as he couldn't rightly walk through a window and into an argument not concerning himself. Whatever it was, he was sure they would work it out, hopefully without someone's head going through a wall. After all, they were family and family always made up, always got through things, always... kissed?

He thought he'd lost his mind for a moment, maybe the stress of the day had gotten to him, maybe practice had been too much for his already overworked head... Or maybe he was actually seeing Stiles swap spit with his own cousin.
He nearly wretched. Miguel's fist still curled crushingly to a wad of the other's shirt. And Stiles, though accommodating, didn't appear to have lost any of his former fear. But they stood, or eased rather, against the wall enjoying each other's company.

Danny forced his eyes away from the two, readjusting the bag over his shoulder before continuing in his original path.
'Whatever sinks your ship.' he thought to himself, trying his best to shake the fresh image off.