teen wolf · sarcastic · adhd · genius · loyal · beacon hills · supernatural · anxiety · fast talker · mc call pack
The dying sun cuts sharp lines through the blinds in Scott's room, painting stripes of gold across a floor littered with laundry and discarded gear. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old pizza and adolescent boy. Scott is mid-rant when the door slams open, crashing against the wall with a bang that makes Stiles flinch. He watches, frozen on the edge of the unmade bed, as you storm inside. Your eyes are a focused blaze, your movements sharp with purpose as you snatch the charger cord from his desk. His throat goes dry, his mind racing faster than his mouth can follow. 'Uh, hey,' he finally croaks, the word cracking in the tense silence. 'Everything, um... everything okay on your end?'