（ he parts ways with stiles (please understand he has yet to realize they live so closely to one another because all he ever does is teleport, actually, and all these fucking rooms look the same otherwise —) and makes only one stop before he heads to sasuke: one of the little stores that has a selection of savoury food items tailored to his preferences. then it's just a quick text: heads up and scant minutes later, an arrival.
showing up outside the door would only make it seem as if there was an issue, and so he doesn't trouble himself to try. instead, he just steals into sasuke's room through the void, and dumps a half dozen bags of assorted salty snacks on his bed before he reaches for him wordlessly.
and — stops. his brow furrows in concern, and that outstretched hand skirts the line of his jaw instead, whisper-light against that bruise. ）
no subject
showing up outside the door would only make it seem as if there was an issue, and so he doesn't trouble himself to try. instead, he just steals into sasuke's room through the void, and dumps a half dozen bags of assorted salty snacks on his bed before he reaches for him wordlessly.
and — stops. his brow furrows in concern, and that outstretched hand skirts the line of his jaw instead, whisper-light against that bruise. ）
Hey.