[ Honestly, were it possible for Stiles to look upon himself, it would be with a similar expression of distaste. So, Voryn? You’re valid. That said, additionally: Fuck you. With a huff, Stiles starts after the prissy elf – spider legs no less like those of a newborn foal’s despite their greater number. His body swings through the air unsteadily, though Stiles remains determined to see this experiment through (at least until they’ve cleared the battlefield). ]
It’s something stupid and complicated. Just call me Stiles, everyone does.
[ From his higher vantage point, Stiles peers at the dark waters with suspicion. ]
How about you, bud?
[ If something pulls you under, he is so not diving in to help you back out. ]
no subject
It’s something stupid and complicated. Just call me Stiles, everyone does.
[ From his higher vantage point, Stiles peers at the dark waters with suspicion. ]
How about you, bud?
[ If something pulls you under, he is so not diving in to help you back out. ]