Sep 14, 2020
@scartissuexx ( ‘ if i hear pumpkin spice one more time i’m gonna scream. ‘ )
stiles edged back with a hangdog look , hands behind his back remaining in place. lips compress and his eyes share the same guily appearence. “ oh my god , i know right. “ feighned concurrence lacing his tone.
the two cups he holds burn his hands only a little , fresh from the nearby coffee place that stiles had stopped by on his way home. both of which are filled with a latte of the very same.
“ it’s like , come on people , it’s only a flavor. “
