[ the door won’t open. why won’t it open again?
— oh, yeah. it’s locked. ]
”——— come on. At least let me in so I don’t freeze my balls off.”
[ the ground was surprisingly soft; was it the grass that
was that way, or just his skin being extra sensitive? fuck,
he needed to have a talk with his dealer. this weed was
trippin’ him out. fucking laced shit, probably. ]
[ he groaned inwardly, hell, he groaned outwardly
the moment a fist thudded against his door and
an unfortunately familiar voice rang in his ears. ]
"Nope, I’m not letting you in, not after last time. You can freeze your balls off.
——Hell, you can freeze your d i c k off for all I care, Stilinski.
I am n o t letting you in.“
[ and he meant it, he wasn’t going to let him in.
not now. or ever again if he could help it.
unfortunately they both knew he would eventually give in.
he a l w a y s gave in. ]