|| Mun is sick, again.
And also stressed beyond belief. Mun's parents went on vacation so I have to keep up the whole house, take care of the 7 animals in said house, plus clean up after 2 teenagers who cause a path of destruction everytime they touch something. And on top of that, Mun also has been working over time because her work doesnt understand that working 7 days a week is kind of impossible because I need to sleep at some point too. So anyways, im sick and stressed and ready to just fall over and die at any point. I'm not sure when i'll be back, so im gonna go on a little hiatus until I can get semi back to normal. If you need to contact me, or want to, my other account's AIM is : deka.chin . My personal tumblr is : deka-chin.tumblr.com incase you need to reach me there.
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Replied: @were-coyote-cutie
She didn’t know how she had missed such an obvious clue, perhaps she didn’t give the boy much credit when it really came down to it. Her eyes widen as she slowly grabs his hand, creeping up to what he saw. “What is it?” She breathes.
Stile's was silent as the approached the object he had seen, though from a distance it could have been anything. But the possibilities weighed on his mind, and he found himself leaning toward things he didn't exactly want to find. But, of course, it wasn't Stile's day for all his wishes to be taken into consideration. Instead, what he found made him pul his hand back to rub over his face as if he could wipe the memory from his head. "Well, at least it's not a whole thing you know?" He was mumbling, obviously nervous as he pulled his hand away to look at the object on the ground. Though it wasn't so much of a object as a body part. "I think it might be a werewolf hand, but i'm not sure if I can examine it"
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Replied: @subjecta1-thebetrayer
Even in the situation, she couldn’t stop the scoff passing her lips.
“Try not to get overly cocky, that’d spoil everything.” Teresa nodded, agreeing with him now she’d thought about food.
“Me too, actually.”
Thomas couldn't stop the laugh that slipped from his lips, raising a hand to rub the back of his neck gingerly before rolling his shoulders in a shrug. "It's part of my charm, remember?" His head tilted enough to look at her, the smile still lingering on his lips as he lead the way towards the nearest pizza shop. "So what do you want on your half of the pizza?"
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Replied: @dont-bloody-do-it
The blond crouched low in the same fashion as Thomas, feeling his pain give a twinge in protest. But he ignored it best he could and crawled a small distance from his friend, eyes set on the prize of the trail that would lead them to a safe haven, hopefully.
Thomas was silently, crawling as close to the ground as he could despite still sitting up. There was a wide opening for them to get to their target but with nothing posing a threat he wasn't sure if he could possibly trust it. But they had to move. Had to do something because just staring was going to get them nothing that atleast trying it out. He shuffled his feet, pressing his palms to the ground to aid in his movements before looking from side to side -- the area was almost too quiet now that they had presented themselves to the open ground.
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Replied: @lonehalealpha
Derek just stared at Stiles, not falling his attempt at being funny, he wasn’t here for that, if he wanted something funny he’d just read the comics in a newspaper. “Do you want a broken nose?” He spoke in response to the dog treat comment, he hated the dog comments, more then he had Kate for burning his family. “What do you want Stiles?”
Stile's gave a soft sigh, expecting Derek to react atleast a little more normal. He could tell that he wasn't in the mood to play around and Stile's wasnt exactly in the mood to irritate him more than usual. "I need your help" He spoke calmly, leaning his shoulder against the steel wall of Derek's home before shaking his head. "I don't exactly feel right, and if I tell Scott any of this again he's going to end up snapping on me"
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“You know I can hear when you lie, right?” He
rolled his eyes, arms folding over his chest, “I’m not
picking up your underwear.” The last comment, well,
he wasn’t even going to give a response to that.
"If you aren't going to pick them up, then why would
you bring up the fact to begin with?" Stile's mused at
the opportunity, narrowing his eyes for a moment before
using his foot to kick the underwear to a more discreet
location. "Did you want to see me wearing them, that bad ?"
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Stile's tilted his head, finally meeting the girls gaze.
His fingers unconsciously slipped around the bandage that covered his arm, not having meant to say anything to begin with but he had let the words slip without a second thought. "Nothing too bad" He mumbled the words, in hope that his attitude would some how trick the girl into not considering it to be anything exactly bad.
Replied: @strawberryblonde-bxnshee
“Accidents happen all the time.”
Lydia yanked back her strawberry blonde tresses with her fingers, scraping it back and out of her face to focus her gaze on the boy. “…What did you do?”
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|| I’m alive ~
Well sorta alive considering im still sick even after a week. But im feeling better than I have the past couple days so here I am. I'll get to as many replies as I can today and the rest tomorrow! Sorry once more for being MIA.
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Please don’t fight them, Thomas.
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|| Sorry for lack of replies
Mun is currently very sick and can barely work let alone focus enough to get replies done. But I will be getting to them as soon as i feel better. So im gonna tag the replies I owe (currently in my drafts) if I missed your reply and you arent tagged please message me and let me know!
{+} Owed Replies: @subjecta1-thebetrayer , @lonehalealpha , @were-coyote-cutie , @nxvvt , @justkirayukimura , @wolfinthefreezer , @strawberryblonde-bxnshee
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Replied: @nxwtxn
❝——Oh, right. Time to play the bloody hero again,
innit? I ain’t your shuckin’ damsel to save, Thomas!
I don’t need you to look after me.❞
He couldn’t help being mad at the other boy. They
couldn’t afford to lose Thomas, since he was their
real leader. And besides, he didn’t know what he’d
do if he lost the arrogant boy.
Thomas shook his head, the anger obvious on his face
as he turned his gaze to focus on anything besides Newt.
"Will you shuck it? It's not like I purposely go out of my way
to rescue your shank ass for recognition or pride or whatever
it is you want to accuse me of." He had to stop, take a deep
breath and calm his racing heart before continuing. "I get that
im some important figure in all of this, the real leader , but I
didn't choose this nor do I want it! I was shuckin' happy listening
to Minho before I saw those shuckin' signs in the city"
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