"Why is that?" Isabel asked. "What the hell exactly is it about becoming a wolf that makes you incredibly stupid, reckless and ridiculous?" Isabel had a feel he was a great deal more vital to their group than he knew. Everyone needed a slice of normalcy and maybe Stiles provided that normalcy for the wolves in this group. They could, at least, support each other in that.
Isabel stretched her arms over her head, wiggling the tips of her fingers then folding her hands behind her head, elbows still akimbo. "Is this where people in Beacon Hills go for fun when they're not dealing with werewolves and other fucked-up-ness?"
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Date: 2016-08-08 01:16 am (UTC)Isabel stretched her arms over her head, wiggling the tips of her fingers then folding her hands behind her head, elbows still akimbo. "Is this where people in Beacon Hills go for fun when they're not dealing with werewolves and other fucked-up-ness?"