Stiles often told Scott that he was a frequent visitor of the confusion train. Scott often snorted and shoved Stiles causing the human to fall on his rear end. All was fair in love and war. But this? This went beyond confusion, beyond astonishment and far, far, far beyond perplexity (a word Scott really shouldn't have been having trouble with in his senior year). This, this was madness. This was so profoundly disappointing that Scott just had to burst out into laughter. (Derek found the situation rather amusing, too, if the strained expression adorning his face was anything to go by. He looked like he'd been tickled to death by someone he loved yet hated so, so much.)
Stiles was the first to crack; "He," his words were interrupted by choked laugher. "He looks like a what?" The incredulity of his tone caused Scott to crack up next. His laughter bounced off the trees for a good few minutes before his laughter turned to pants (quite akin to Derek, coincidentally).
When Scott finally calmed enough not to sound and slash or look like a dying seal pathetically flapping it's flippers in hope of rescue, he spoke. "I look more like a kappa!"
Honestly, what was up with all the Japanese monsters? First there was Nogi, the not-so-kind-and-Weasley-twins-like trickster Nogitsune, next there was a kappa, the feared child snatcher of Japanese rivers and ponds! Too many monsters!
Derek had turned scowly again. "That's a very undignified comment. To call a werewolf a vampire is reason enough for me to tear you apart. Or rip your throat out. With my teeth."