[ ( i call him stiles ) In response to Isaac's question - the only response he'll get to any of his questions, because really, what kind of a stupid cunt ( fuck off ) asks questions mile a minute? No, he's not returning those with some semblance of an answer, just shaking his head, running a hand through his hair.
Trying to look heartbroken is difficult when you don't have a heart. ]
Nothing happened and this isn't a joke. I'm tired of being your dog. [ Perhaps there's some sentimental shit lying beneath the surface of this Scott's real feelings on how people treat him - but he's not fond of it, and he shakes his head, crossing the floor to stand before them at the couch. His movements are more confident than the moment suggests, but his face looks something close to hurt. His best attempt at human emotions, sure, but it's probably pathetic. ] One last goodbye, though- I need closure.
[ Closer, and he's already leaning ( no ) forward ( no ) to ( no ) tap ( no ) his ( no ) lips ( no ) against ( no ) Isaac's ( no ) - hands, unsure of where to go, just stay at his sides. The kiss is inexperienced, unemotional, really met with the same amount of passion as a brush of arms together.
The Real Scott goes hysterical. Shrieking out don't touch him, don't touch him, but he only earns a slap in the face, a kick, whatever it takes to silence him. These are his lips after all - there's nothing wrong with it! Just Scott kissing Isaac, nothing wrong with that.
And Scott turns to bend and do the same thing to Allison, but before he does his reserve breaks, he loses control, and the smile is impossible to wipe off his face.
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[ ( i call him stiles ) In response to Isaac's question - the only response he'll get to any of his questions, because really, what kind of a stupid cunt ( fuck off ) asks questions mile a minute? No, he's not returning those with some semblance of an answer, just shaking his head, running a hand through his hair.
Trying to look heartbroken is difficult when you don't have a heart. ]
Nothing happened and this isn't a joke. I'm tired of being your dog. [ Perhaps there's some sentimental shit lying beneath the surface of this Scott's real feelings on how people treat him - but he's not fond of it, and he shakes his head, crossing the floor to stand before them at the couch. His movements are more confident than the moment suggests, but his face looks something close to hurt. His best attempt at human emotions, sure, but it's probably pathetic. ] One last goodbye, though- I need closure.
[ Closer, and he's already leaning ( no ) forward ( no ) to ( no ) tap ( no ) his ( no ) lips ( no ) against ( no ) Isaac's ( no ) - hands, unsure of where to go, just stay at his sides. The kiss is inexperienced, unemotional, really met with the same amount of passion as a brush of arms together.
The Real Scott goes hysterical. Shrieking out don't touch him, don't touch him, but he only earns a slap in the face, a kick, whatever it takes to silence him. These are his lips after all - there's nothing wrong with it! Just Scott kissing Isaac, nothing wrong with that.
And Scott turns to bend and do the same thing to Allison, but before he does his reserve breaks, he loses control, and the smile is impossible to wipe off his face.