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*Cecil grabs his dropped notes--all of which, oddly, appear to have been written on napkins with crayon--and blinks up at you with more eyes than are really necessary.* Sorry about that.

[He's lost his mind, hasn't he? Now he's imagining things. Stiles blinks, then blinks again, tilting his head.] No - um - it was my fault?

Split the difference, then. *He smiles sheepishly when Stiles looks at his third eye like he can't believe it. Although 'sheepish' may not be the right words, with teeth like razor blades.* I'm doing a tour of the most supernatural towns in the country, are you interested?

What? [Stiles' voice climbed in alarm.] How did you - there isn't anything wrong with this town -

[Damon had been stalking a girl up the road, his attention on her, or he would have been able to avoid the collision. As it is, he manages to stay upright, hand reaching out to steady him.] Something chasing you?

What? Uh. No. [Stiles doesn't sound convincing enough, not by a long shot.]

Kid, you're trying to deny the impossible to a guy with three eyes and tentacles. This town is nothing compared to Night Vale. You don't even have spider/human hybrid children with machine guns here, you think I'm going to cause trouble about a few werewolves?

[That gets a slight arch of an eyebrow, and a glance over Stiles's shoulder into the library.] You sure?

Yeah...totally. [Stiles glanced back too, seemingly relieved when nothing appeared to have followed him out.]

[It's really not his problem, but when he looks up, the girl has disappeared, and Damon huffs slightly, glaring at the shadows as if daring something to come out, because now he's lost dinner and that makes him cranky.]

Then you should maybe be more careful where you're going.

Sorry. [Stiles apologized, sensing a little irritation. Lucky for Damon, at least, no one in this town was protected with vervain - except maybe Deaton, but he was a supernatural mastermind.] ...you okay, man?

[Oh, he is going to love the lack of vervain when he realizes it. For now, he just adjusts his priorities and slides a glance over Stiles before favoring him with a charming smile.] I'm fine. No harm done.

[The annoyance changes to a smile in two seconds flat, and Stiles blinks a little. But he isn't alarmed yet, not at all.] Oh. Well, I'm sorry for running into you.

[ Clara was on just about to return a few books when Stiles bumped into her, and she spilled a few of the textbooks on baking onto the ground. She gasped, and she looked annoyed. ] Oi! Why don't you look at where you're going?!

[ < small> Clara huffed, and she glanced down at the books that had fallen to the ground and then back up at the kid. ] And, I was running late on returning these in the first place! I just hope that none of them was damaged.

Sorry... [Stiles immediately bended down to help pick them up, glancing nervously behind him, and then, back up at Clara.] I really am sorry, Miss.

...Clara. [ Clara bended down to help Stiles pick-up the books that she had drop, and the look of annoyance faded. ] Oooh, it's okay. I don't get why they put battered old books back on the shelf to begin with. [ She picked up one of the books, and she looked in dismay as some of the pages fell to the ground. ]

[Damon's studying him more intently now, gaze running over him, though his lips are still curved in a charming smile.] Apology accepted, though I really think you should make it up to me.

...and how do you propose I do that? [Those words should be setting off alarm bells in his head, right? But his smile was...charming.]

...am I dreaming? [Literally the only explanation he has for what he's seeing.]

Clara. [Stiles gathers the pages, glancing at the book.] I'll pay for that.

I'm new in town. Maybe you could recommend a good place to eat? [The smile is totally innocent. What? He likes good, human food, too. He's also very good at this, so his gaze never flickers to the pulse of the boy's heartbeat in his neck.]

Oh, yeah, sure. I should probably pick up dinner anyway. [Stiles smiles, relaxing a little.] There's a great diner barely a mile from here. I can drive you there.

Not that I'm aware of--which means no, since I'm mildly omnescent.

That's really nice of you. Thank you. [And the intensity eases to something far more light, just a twenty something guy passing through town.] It seems like a nice town you've got here.

Oh yeah. Perfect little town. [Does he sound a little sarcastic? Maybe. But as far as he knows, this stranger is normal.

Stiles walks them over to his jeep, unlocking the car.]