Apr 1, 2022
A peony for your thoughts
“Don’t you dare,” Stiles hissed at the thief, waving the floral tape in as threatening of a manner as he could muster. (It was the closest object. Don’t judge.)
The thief looked at Stiles as if to say: “oh yeah? Try me,” stuck his nose up in the air, and sauntered out of the shop, a rose clenched in his maw.
Written for @andykzsstuff as part of the @averysterekspring event with art by @delete-risks
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