#cantprotectthem

O.O alsdkjflaskjf Oh hey there!! How's it going you lovely person!??!! 

                   "I know just... Just stay calm."

Stiles sat in his Jeep in the driveway outside of Scott's house, aimlessly twirling a pocket knife in hand as he waited for him to come out. It was 'movie night', or so they called it. He clicked the blade open, then shut. Open. Shut. Open. Shut. As he waited for Scott in the Jeep. He made point to adjust his gloves on his hands. They had to find a new place to bury the body. It was routine at this point. Murder, wait a few days, bury the body somewhere new so the cops wouldn't get on their trail. Stiles always had this itch in the back of his mind, a sort of satisfaction that he could outsmart his own father, though he'd never actually admit that out loud. He grabbed his phone and sent Scott a quick test saying 'We'll be late for the movie!' before dropping it in his cup holder for safe keeping, clicking the knife open and shut again.

“ S’a shame this stuff’s illegal. ”

[text]: it's a blackout, scott.[text]: I've got candles, I'm fine.[text]: are you okay?