SuaveIntellect's profile picture. Been hurt so many times I might be too broken to be put back together. [Main SL: #TimeConfusion]

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@SuaveIntellect

Been hurt so many times I might be too broken to be put back together. [Main SL: #TimeConfusion]

[@HiddenCarnage] --I'll find a way to pay you back for all your kindness. {Stiles drops his gaze to hide the grin that's forming on--


[@HiddenCarnage] --nodding his head only once with a faint smile of appreciation.} You're sure? Because that you be amazing. Like,--


[@HiddenCarnage] {Stiles slowly brings his gaze up to meet those baby blue orbs, searching them for a few moments before--


[@HiddenCarnage] --creatures that roam the night. And he's a skinny teenager with no real way of defending himself.}


[@HiddenCarnage] --worried. But internally he's panicking. Because he knows that there are crazy people, as well as crazy--


[@HiddenCarnage] --Peter's.} Honestly? I have absolutely no idea.. {He lets out a chuckle, trying to play it off as if he isn't--


[@HiddenCarnage] --question. He chews at his lower lip and rubs at the back of his neck, slowly bringing his gaze over to meet--


[@HiddenCarnage] {Stiles was so lost in thought that it took him almost a full minute to realize that Peter has asked him a--


[@HiddenCarnage] --rubs at the back of his neck, getting lost in thought while he tries to figure this out.}


[@HiddenCarnage] --/definitely/ can't go home, and he can't go to Scott's because that would be just as bad as going home. He--


[@HiddenCarnage] --his eyebrows furrowed. He still doesn't know where he's going to stay... He doesn't have money for a hotel, he--


[@HiddenCarnage] --Good. I will. {He glances at Peter over his shoulder with a soft smile on his lips before looking away with--


[@HiddenCarnage] {Once he's finished stretching he hums quietly while walking out of the diner, smiling to himself as he looks around.}--


[@HiddenCarnage] --a stubborn person who won't take "no" for an answer.


[@HiddenCarnage] --a smile in Peter's direction before leading the way out of the diner.} And don't say that i don't have to. I'm--


[@HiddenCarnage] --and just so you know I plan on paying you back for this meal. I don't know how yet, but i will. {Stiles flashes--


[@HiddenCarnage] --up just enough to show the faint v-lines of his hips before grabbing his food in the to-go box.} Oh,--


[@HiddenCarnage] --Yeah, I'm ready. {He gets up from his seat, stretching his arms above his head in a way that has his shirt hiking--


[@HiddenCarnage] {Stiles takes his food from the woman with a soft smile of thanks before turning his attention back to Peter.}--


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