The dog shoves his head into Stiles's hand, seeking comfort, but the moment Delsin manages to sit up, the dog is all over him, licking his chin and jaw nervously.
"Ugh, easy, Spark," he mutters. He pushes him back, then looks around with a sort of sleepy confusion. "Stiles, hey. You— didn't see anyone else?" Where the hell is Reggie?
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Date: 2014-08-27 01:03 pm (UTC)"Ugh, easy, Spark," he mutters. He pushes him back, then looks around with a sort of sleepy confusion. "Stiles, hey. You— didn't see anyone else?" Where the hell is Reggie?