"ѕтιleѕ" ѕтιlιnѕĸι - тeen wolғ (
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poly_chromatic2013-10-18 04:05 pm
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[ As always with these things he doesn't know his device is recording. It hangs loosely in his hand as though he's been texting someone only moments before, giving the impression of the bottom of his jaw and a lot of plaid. Stiles is very cleary out on the streets, standing in front of a shop window because he doesn't have anything better to do. His attention is on one skeletal figure in particular. ]
Wow, you're ugly. [ He pulls a face, scratches his neck with his phone so as the feed is filled with gaping eyes and ... terror. ] I mean, seriously, that is some nasty decorating skills. Kudos to your Chinese workshop.
[ He leans in as though to examine it. ] What do you reckon big guy? Is decorating in poor taste. Lydia --.
[ He stops. Mostly because the skeleteon has lifted it's own hand and seized itself in Stiles' shirt collar. He drops his device on instinct, kicking it out of the way when he moves back to pull himself free. ] Shit Oh my god, Not cool, not --.
[ Boop. ]
Wow, you're ugly. [ He pulls a face, scratches his neck with his phone so as the feed is filled with gaping eyes and ... terror. ] I mean, seriously, that is some nasty decorating skills. Kudos to your Chinese workshop.
[ He leans in as though to examine it. ] What do you reckon big guy? Is decorating in poor taste. Lydia --.
[ He stops. Mostly because the skeleteon has lifted it's own hand and seized itself in Stiles' shirt collar. He drops his device on instinct, kicking it out of the way when he moves back to pull himself free. ] Shit Oh my god, Not cool, not --.
[ Boop. ]

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