The books. The water. The humidity. Stiles is aware that his mouth is
hanging open and there isn't a freaking thing that he can do to stop it.
His eyes dart over the view. He's...Stiles is the kid who's been in love
with sci-fi since he could choose stuff for himself; his dad always says
it's his mom's fault. Stiles loves this stuff.
Stiles is the kid that believes, even before all of the weird shit
that's happened recently. Stiles has always believed.
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Date: 2014-05-26 01:18 pm (UTC)The books. The water. The humidity. Stiles is aware that his mouth is hanging open and there isn't a freaking thing that he can do to stop it. His eyes dart over the view. He's...Stiles is the kid who's been in love with sci-fi since he could choose stuff for himself; his dad always says it's his mom's fault. Stiles loves this stuff.
Stiles is the kid that believes, even before all of the weird shit that's happened recently. Stiles has always believed.
"Holy shit."