Okay, stop. You're gonna make me barf at work and I cannot afford that blow to my rep.
[ his "rep". okay. also, it's unclear if he's nauseated over the idea of derek getting an anchor over his heart, or the thought of a needle in his face and his skull rattling. actually, it's probably pretty obvious which one it is. ]
Jesus.
[ he takes his feet off of his desk, lets his weight bring him forward in his chair so h can lean his arms against the desk. ]
Maybe my wrist? Or my forearm, on the inside. I like the idea of it being somewhere visible. But I'm also kind of into putting it somewhere only you know about.
[ not like - on his ass or anything, but it's rare that stiles is less than 50% dressed around other people, so. the chances of it being kept hidden would be pretty high. ]
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You're gonna make me barf at work and I cannot afford that blow to my rep.
[ his "rep". okay. also, it's unclear if he's nauseated over the idea of derek getting an anchor over his heart, or the thought of a needle in his face and his skull rattling. actually, it's probably pretty obvious which one it is. ]
Jesus.
[ he takes his feet off of his desk, lets his weight bring him forward in his chair so h can lean his arms against the desk. ]
Maybe my wrist? Or my forearm, on the inside.
I like the idea of it being somewhere visible.
But I'm also kind of into putting it somewhere only you know about.
[ not like - on his ass or anything, but it's rare that stiles is less than 50% dressed around other people, so. the chances of it being kept hidden would be pretty high. ]