#mccallito

                    Pastel blue leash is tangled between thin digits. his pale skin has already turned an array of washed out shades of reds and pinks from the tugging and slipping. stiles doesn’t plan on complaining though. not now, not anytime soon. the two of them are walking down aisles, keeping an eye out for the necessities. everything they need to manage the little monster, whom by the way had found a sudden interest in the corner of a bag of cat litter and had been pulling it off the rack. you wanted a puppy, stiles. ❛ hey c’mon. that’s not a chew toy. y’know they actually have those here? you don’t want cat litter, ‘bud. ❜ he kneels down, lets a free hand glide over raven fur, but he’s met with small teeth, quick to press into his fingers. does it bother him? no. ❛ oh my god. they have puppy onesies. we ‘gotta get him a puppy onesie, babe. look at ‘em! ❜

explcsive (3%)

                    it’s a wonder that anyone even attempts to go to school anymore, what with how many deaths have happened in the town. malia’s surprised more families haven’t moved out of town, too. honestly there’d been times she’d thought of suggesting to her dad that they move, if only to get him out of danger. malia couldn’t leave, but HE could. the coyote made her way into scott’s kitchen ( because who knocks anymore, really? ) and grabbed out a soda, turning to look at raul. ‘ what are you lookin’ at? studying? ’

             ❛ Okay but why are they calling sasha potato girl when she just turned full freaking demon mode over a loaf of bread? ❜ he’s too comfortable for his own good; lounging on the couch, head resting all too casually onto his roommates thigh. they’ve been watching anime for a solid three hours. he hasn’t even realized the sun has gone down. ❛ we should binge tokyo ghoul. there’s only two seasons out. ❜ technically, they’re not together, but it sure does seem that way. casual banter and confabulating between every heated touch. he’s been consumed in raul for the past few weeks—like a bourbon soaked relapse to an addict. he should know better, he really should, but it’s so easy to forget in late hours of the day when the top bunk is empty, and his is not.

                          He was distracted and the barista had called for his attention probably a third time. Shit. Hopefully he hadn’t looked foolish. Eryk removed his sun glasses, looked the man across the counter and ordered a Venti Light Caramell Brulee with a shot of espresso. Like usual. After he whipped out one of his many cards he took a seat and waited for his drink to come among many.

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