[ There's only so much outright prickliness that Stefan's brain is willing to write off as normal before he's forced to consciously question what he's seeing and hearing. Her demeanor is both foreign to him and yet disconcertingly familiar at the same time. Like... He can't imagine Elena saying any of these things -- which isn't entirely the same as thinking he can't imagine someone with her face saying them.
Stefan folds his arms across his chest and studies her more intently now. Observing the way she holds herself so imperiously; the raspier quality of her voice; her petulant tone and more contemptuous mannerisms.
He slowly turns all the way around, feigning sudden disinterest as he pokes his head out the door. ]
No. Forget it. Let's just wait for Damon. He should be on his way back by now.
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Stefan folds his arms across his chest and studies her more intently now. Observing the way she holds herself so imperiously; the raspier quality of her voice; her petulant tone and more contemptuous mannerisms.
He slowly turns all the way around, feigning sudden disinterest as he pokes his head out the door. ]
No. Forget it. Let's just wait for Damon. He should be on his way back by now.