The sack o' money is weighing him down and Stiles is a little terrified of being mugged/murdered/gunned down for it, but it's not exactly like he's going to go into hiding right now - or let go of this much cash. He looks in the direction that Derek's staring, then back at him and Dean while he adjusts the strap of the bag.
"What, like that way? Let's go, then." He points the way he thinks Derek catches the scent, waiting for a confirming nod before he starts to head that way, weaving his way past a couple apparent 1920s New York citizens.
"Hey, kid, how much for a paper?"
Stiles whirls around as he hears someone shout at him across the street, jaw dropping for a moment while he thinks of a plausible lie.
"Uh. No news today! The world is awesome. They had nothing to write about; free yourself from the burden of information for twenty-four hours. ...sir." He stares at his two suited up, stubbly accomplices with wide 'oh my god, why' eyes before he jogs to catch up with them, still clutching at the bag with intense paranoia.
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"What, like that way? Let's go, then." He points the way he thinks Derek catches the scent, waiting for a confirming nod before he starts to head that way, weaving his way past a couple apparent 1920s New York citizens.
"Hey, kid, how much for a paper?"
Stiles whirls around as he hears someone shout at him across the street, jaw dropping for a moment while he thinks of a plausible lie.
"Uh. No news today! The world is awesome. They had nothing to write about; free yourself from the burden of information for twenty-four hours. ...sir." He stares at his two suited up, stubbly accomplices with wide 'oh my god, why' eyes before he jogs to catch up with them, still clutching at the bag with intense paranoia.