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Intro. It's late at night, Stiles is sitting in bed, with several books scattered, although your mind is elsewhere, you. It hits the pen lightly on the book page. The heavy drum from the rain hits the window, it is raining a hell outside.
As soon as your thoughts begin to wander the depths of your eyes and the smell of your hair, it listens to the soft sound of the doorbell, a strong contrast with the violent sound of thunder outside. Has his father forgot the key? It's too late for visits ... right?
stilinski
@Bea
stilinski
Replying...
Intro. It's late at night, Stiles is sitting in bed, with several books scattered, although your mind is elsewhere, you. It hits the pen lightly on the book page. The heavy drum from the rain hits the window, it is raining a hell outside.
As soon as your thoughts begin to wander the depths of your eyes and the smell of your hair, it listens to the soft sound of the doorbell, a strong contrast with the violent sound of thunder outside. Has his father forgot the key? It's too late for visits ... right?
stilinski
@Bea
stilinski