#spctfire

            it could probably be considered a miracle at this point that stiles is still alive. seriously. he’s either the unluckiest person on the planet OR he needs to learn how to shut his mouth -- or they’re working in tandem. but he’s still kicking so that’s gotta count for something. he’s also bleeding and now ( extra ) poor, so that’s not great. “i gave him the money before he stabbed me. what was the point of stabbing me??” he asks, tone managing to be quite incredulous for someone who’s just, y’know, been stabbed. he’s slumped against the wall, probably sitting in trash ( he’ll care more later ) and his hands are making a valiant effort to staunch the bleeding despite how much it hurts to put pressure on it. he doesn’t remember what he said when he called kat, but he knows he did and it’s awesome she arrived so quickly. he’s a little blood loss loopy. somehow, his life has come to the point where calling a vampire pal when he’s bleeding out is the best option. “could we hold off on drinking my blood until i stop losing what precious little i have left.” but obviously there’s still enough for him to be a little shit. his main goal is to not come across as a weak ass human to her, despite that being exactly what he is. so there’s a please on his tongue as he tries to move around, but he never actually voices it.