【 the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme 】 a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
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Don't you make that face at me oh my God, I'm allowed to be freaked out! [He snaps that almost automatically, practically authoritative, then returns to his previous jesus fucking christ what the hell is going on.] You're a werewolf?! What the fuck! You couldn't have told me tha--
[Abruptly he cuts off midsentence and turns his attention to Scott, with his eyes wide.
It's not as if he didn't want to tell Stiles-- he just couldn't. Especially not when he was having trouble re-assuming a human appearance after so long.
Especially not after being missing for dead so long.
Looking up at Stiles with an apologetic whine, he backs away a little.]
[It's not angry sounding, it's..more like relief. Shock, maybe. Stiles abruptly has to sit down--it feels like his knees are going to give out, otherwise--and he reaches for Scott's head before he can properly back away, grabbing his face and looking at him.
There's a minute of silence before his face cracks into a grin, almost disbelieving, and he ruffles his hands between his ears, swallowing the lump in his throat.]
I--totally knew you were too smart to be a dog.
[He practically wants to cry. Scott's alive.
....Scott's a...wolf..shape...shifter thing, but Scott's alive.]
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Don't you make that face at me oh my God, I'm allowed to be freaked out! [He snaps that almost automatically, practically authoritative, then returns to his previous jesus fucking christ what the hell is going on.] You're a werewolf?! What the fuck! You couldn't have told me tha--
[Abruptly he cuts off midsentence and turns his attention to Scott, with his eyes wide.
His best friend's not missing.]
Scott--?
oh hi there
It's not as if he didn't want to tell Stiles-- he just couldn't. Especially not when he was having trouble re-assuming a human appearance after so long.
Especially not after being missing for dead so long.
Looking up at Stiles with an apologetic whine, he backs away a little.]
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[It's not angry sounding, it's..more like relief. Shock, maybe. Stiles abruptly has to sit down--it feels like his knees are going to give out, otherwise--and he reaches for Scott's head before he can properly back away, grabbing his face and looking at him.
There's a minute of silence before his face cracks into a grin, almost disbelieving, and he ruffles his hands between his ears, swallowing the lump in his throat.]
I--totally knew you were too smart to be a dog.
[He practically wants to cry. Scott's alive.
....Scott's a...wolf..shape...shifter thing, but Scott's alive.]