"ѕтιleѕ" ѕтιlιnѕĸι - тeen wolғ (
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poly_chromatic2012-10-04 08:17 pm
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[ The feed kicks in mostly because Stiles has dropped his device. So he can flail out with his backpack to fight off the claws snagging in his jeans. He's somewhere in the City, somehow on his way back from the Youth Centre to Derek's (and the reason why he had to stop off is nobody's concern). The arm twists him closer, and he swears under his breath, kicking out. ]
Crap. Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap. I don't taste very good, okay? [ Flinging his entire bag at the -- whatever it is. ]
Holy shit. Uh -- [ Feebly as his hands curl around the wall. ] Help?
Crap. Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap. I don't taste very good, okay? [ Flinging his entire bag at the -- whatever it is. ]
Holy shit. Uh -- [ Feebly as his hands curl around the wall. ] Help?
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[Derek opens his hand.]
Keys.
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[ Handing them over. ] The Jeep's still at your place.
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I wasn't home.
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So I didn't drive? This is like a weird circling conversation. Can we just get as far away from the creepy things coming out of the walls?
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And also refusing to talk because hello, still awkward. ]
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Why were you in that alley in the first place.
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[ Pulling his own face. ] It could've been something important.
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[ Beacon Hills would be less confusing. ] Dude, I'm allowed my own life, you know that right? I'm not Isaac, you don't get puppy rights.
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And here I am, alive.
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x( ]