[ His response comes sometime after, debating what to say. Stiles could very well be gone - Scott knows this. And it might be better. Who knows what's around the next corner of this place? At least at home they know what to expect, know the darach's out there somewhere killing someone, reeking havoc.
Actually, both of them suck. Scott would prefer if Stiles was somewhere he could protect him. ]
i know.
river's gone too.
i haven't seen erica either.
[ Everyone's leaving. ]
Actually, both of them suck. Scott would prefer if Stiles was somewhere he could protect him. ]
i know.
river's gone too.
i haven't seen erica either.
[ Everyone's leaving. ]
[ The most important thing here is that Scott sends an attached, shirtless image of himself. Which may be nice under ordinary circumstances, nice if it weren't for the deep gashes spiraling up his torso, up to his neck. They're still bleeding out, staining the top of his sweatpants with blood, obviously left untreated - and Scott plans to keep it that way.
There another image. A smiling picture, and three scratches crossing over Scott's cheek. ]
FW: haha, gues who got out??
i put the bitch back in the cage though
There another image. A smiling picture, and three scratches crossing over Scott's cheek. ]
FW: haha, gues who got out??
i put the bitch back in the cage though
[ His voice is calm. Not shrill or rude. He's not trying to act like he's calm or confident. He's just speaking to her. Like a person. If anything he sounds genuinely concerned. ]
You're okay right? I heard Scott's mirror got into him.
You're okay right? I heard Scott's mirror got into him.
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