#restlessintuition

             he's careful in exiting his porsche, cautious of bumping the              door against the other's vehicle. if he dreads anyone's reaction              to his return, it's stilinski. ‘buried under a pile of aggressive              sarcastic remarks’  is not how he'd like to spend his day.

             but unfortunately, that's probably not a decision he's allowed              to make.

                         “---- Not in the mood, Stilinski.”

Wait. /You/ have a Talia? Can I probably applaud you and then engulf her with awkward/dream state!Stiles or the Nogitsune?

     [  Racing legs and a pounding heart, her breaths were huffs and intakes whenever the pain in her shoulder pulsed. Dark chocolate orbs scanning around for a sign of civilization, a sign of an escape from the tall trees and screaming darkness. She had been sleep walking again, when she awoke, her eyes made eye contact with a pair of crimson red eyes. She didn't need to be told twice to run, not even questioning where she was. The creature was playing with her mind, purposely trying to break her mind down into nothing but insanity. She had called the first person she knew would help. ]

Like Peter or Mrs. Morrell. Maybe even Deaton or Mama Mccall. I’d be on that ish to rp with you more there.

i will get to your replies today so dont worry! one of them’s already done :)