[The mood lifted, Hale lifts his head up and crawls up Stiles' back, head poking over his shoulder to lick at first his cheek, then Rachel's. Yay, happy. He likes happy. Happy is good.]
You'll have to figure out something for this bum. Like he'd let us eat fries in peace.
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You'll have to figure out something for this bum. Like he'd let us eat fries in peace.