Mel (
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the_rabbithole2016-02-08 09:35 pm
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OPEN RP POST
Muselist!
Call out any've mine for any kind of rp!
Formerly talked about or otherwise and everything's up for grabs
Call out any've mine for any kind of rp!
Formerly talked about or otherwise and everything's up for grabs
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We should find a witch is what we should do.
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Good. Because we need to get this sorted out.
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[There's a nod as he speaks, smiling softly and pressing another gentle kiss to the others lips]
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[He wants to ask 'when' but doesn't and just kisses him back.]
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We'll go tomorrow.
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I'd rather not wait.
[But he would if he had to.]
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You skip school and dad will murder us both, Derek.
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I'll check around. Though check around the school, really?
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It's the high school, Derek. A bunch of idiot teenagers. There's no good witches in school.
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[Flattest tone because he's not stupid to people that might be hiding stuff]
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[That has him rolling his eyes a bit.]
They're still idiots and no one to trust.
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[There's a slight grumble out of him but he nods.]
Alright, we go to Deaton first.
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You wanna go now, or wait until tomorrow?
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I said I wanted to go now, Derek.
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[He's getting up and grabbing the keys to the Camaro that he dropped on the counter]
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You are not driving the camaro. I won't have things get weird on us.
[Not that he really cares.]
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[There's a frown over his shoulder]
Are you coming?
[Because he's headed right for the door to get down to his car]
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[Of course his boyfriend didn't care if things looked weird.
Uh, yeah.
[He shakes his head before following the other out the door to the camaro.]
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Once they were at the Camaro, he got in the drivers seat, waiting for Stiles to get in and settled in the passengers seat before driving to the clinic]
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[He slips into the camaro and leans back a bit, closing his eyes.]
He'll be able to help. Right?
[Right now he was making himself a bit tense.]
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