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( mieczysław ) stiles stilinski. ([personal profile] overshirts) wrote in [personal profile] calloused 2019-03-23 05:12 am (UTC)

[ stiles' phone buzzes in his hand with another text, banner notification dropping down from the top of the screen as he scrolls idly through the network just to pass the time, keep himself occupied. he taps the notification with his thumb so it takes him straight to his messages, and as he reads, his humming leads into a quiet laugh.

he lifts his head up - he really is just sprawled out on the cave floor, back slightly arched by the rock tucked underneath him, legs stretched out. too casual for a dark cave, but what is there to do? he could probably get up if he really, really tried, but despite all of the shit he's gone through in the last two years, his tolerance for pain is kind of low.

plus, he really just doesn't want to slip again. ]


It's me.

[ and then, just to help derek out a little more, he repeats it out loud, turning his phone outward so the light shines away from him for a moment. ]

It's me. Uh, this way. [ he wiggles his phone a little, as if derek honestly needs to follow a light, and strains his ears a little to see if he can hear any approaching footsteps. ] You know that song?

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