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Room 329 | Sunday Afternoon
May. 26th, 2013 12:49 pmStiles was a moron, yes he was. He didn't need a game of I Never to make him do dumb things. All he needed, apparently, was Jim Kirk and his stupid face insinuating disparaging things about Stiles' masculinity and pain tolerance. He certainly wouldn't have gone into town and gotten a truly tacky and cliche tattoo on his hip if someone hadn't made it into a challenge.
Oh god he was so stupid, why couldn't he learn to shut his stupid mouth? At least he hadn't cried while getting the tattoo even though it hurt like a bitch. The wolf was covered up by a bandage and his shirt at the moment but he could feel it throbbing every time he moved.
"My dad's gonna kill me. And he'd be right to." God, he was so friggen dumb.
At least he hadn't gone for the tramp stamp.
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Oh god he was so stupid, why couldn't he learn to shut his stupid mouth? At least he hadn't cried while getting the tattoo even though it hurt like a bitch. The wolf was covered up by a bandage and his shirt at the moment but he could feel it throbbing every time he moved.
"My dad's gonna kill me. And he'd be right to." God, he was so friggen dumb.
At least he hadn't gone for the tramp stamp.
[Door's cracked, post is open]
