Stiles ducked, leaping behind a stack of hay as the rubber ball whizzed past, barely missing the side of his face. "God dammit Scott!"
He heard his best friend laugh as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, attempting to brush the dirt and hay from his clothes- not that it really mattered.
No one would actually be able to tell that the rags he wore were any dirtier than they had been previously.
"I nearly got you that time! One of these days...", Scott replied wistfully, extending his hand to pull Stiles up.
Stiles accepted, sending a glare in his direction that they both knew meant nothing.
"The day that you manage to get me is the day I end up in the palace", Stiles retorted with a snort, walking back over to the stables to resume washing the horses.
"C'mon man, I know my aim isn't great, but that's just insulting", Scott replied,
reluctantly following Stiles' not-so-subtle way of saying 'we need to get back to work before the noble family has us hanged for not washing the horses'.
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