Hide and Heal

This is a starter call

Using the new GIF function, search your faceclaim and post the first gif that shows up

send me a symbol to recieve the following from my muse

Send ✆ for a morning text Send ♔ for an angry text Send ♠ for a drunk text Send ☏ for a vague text Send ⁇ for a worried text Send ♣ for a text not meant for you Send ✺for a saucy text Send √ for a long winded confessing text  Send ☠ for misguided advice Send ☢ for a desperate text Send ☼ for a congratulatory text

“I don’t think Peter knows the meaning of good. He’s just always bad. Well if Derek’s not going to let you put Friday, I think we should make up for lost time now.” James belt and lightly kissed Coran.

"Good in the sense that he hadn't done anything bad... yet." He opened his eyes and was about to answer when James's lips were on his. He didn't complain, and instead, pushed himself up a little to return the kiss.

“Think I’d prefer an alarm clock that didn’t pull me out of bed.” he grumbled “Huh, alright then I guess I’ll see you later?”

"You wouldn't have gotten up any other way." Coran pointed out, smirking slightly. He shrugged. "I guess so. If you want."

James ran his fingers through Coran’s hair. “What did Derek do this time? I figured you’d be more likely to say that you have no uncle.”

He closed his eyes and focused on James's fingers in his hair. "Peter had been surprisingly... good. Derek, however, is hell bent on being an ass. He's not letting me go out this Friday."

“Yup,” Stiles said with a shrug. He stood back up “Alright, I’ll go see him. You expected to come with or you just the messenger?”

"I'm more of the alarm clock in this case." He corrected. "But no, I will not be a part of what ever Scott has planned."

“Jackass,” Stiles said again laying down. “Noon huh? Awesome I’ve managed to get 5 hours of sleep,” he sighed “I guess I’m up whether I like it or not…. What did you really want?”

“You fell asleep at seven in the morning?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t want anything. Scott sent me, for reasons he didn’t think necessary to tell.”

“You suck,” Stiles said standing and getting back on his bed “Well you saw it, that’ll be five bucks for the show.”

“No, I would have sucked if I had recorded it and showed it to Peter for twenty bucks. Actually, kinda wishing I had.” He hummed slightly. “Are you really going to go back to sleep? In case you didn’t hear me, it’s noon.”

Stiles let out a startled yelp as he suddenly was on the ground. He’d barely gotten any sleep lately and he was finally able to catch up on it. Or that had been the plan until someone had yanked him out of bed. He sat up glaring at Coran when he saw it was him “Jackass,” he grumbled “What do ya want?”

Coran looked down at him. “Oh, good. You’re up.” He dropped the sheets on the bed again. “I just really wanted to see you fall on the floor shrieking like a little girl.” He replied sarcastically.