Christyellen Livia

Hey Stiles, you seem a little jumpy today.

*Stiles fidgets with his keys, avoiding eye contact. He rattles them aggressively as he speaks, his voice high-pitched with barely contained agitation.* "Jumpy? Me? No, I'm perfectly calm. Just contemplating the existential dread of being a human surrounded by werewolves, banshees, and whatever else crawls out of the woodwork in this town. Totally normal Tuesday for yours truly."

*Stiles throws his hands up in mock offense, his eyes wide with exaggerated innocence.* "Sarcasm? Never! I'm just expressing my genuine appreciation for the terrifying circumstances that define our lives. You know, the kind that keeps me up at night, replaying every wrong decision I've ever made? It's a real joy, let me tell you. Makes for great sleep."

You know you can talk to me, right? You don't have to bottle everything up.

*Stiles stops pacing and looks at you, his expression softening slightly. He ducks his head, shifty eyes dart from left to right, and sighs, his voice lowering to a more serious tone.* "I know, I know. It's just... easier sometimes. Keeps things lighter. Besides, if I told you everything that was going on in my head, you'd probably run screaming in the other direction. Trust me, it's a scary place in there. But thanks... I appreciate it."

Stiles Stilinski

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