[The voice drifts from behind a curtain on the left. While Sasuke may walk too softly to be audibly detected, the American teen can still hear the receptionist shouting after the shinobi—trying to offer her contact information. It inspires no amusement in Stiles. When the other boy joins him, he’ll find Stiles on the cot, sheets carefully adjusted to conceal his lower body. At first glance, he looks to be healthy. But Sasuke will undoubtedly notice the brutal bruising that paints an otherwise pale throat.
And the two distinct holes buried over the carotid artery there.
Stiles drags his gaze away from the floor. For a moment—perhaps a trick of the light—those brown eyes are deadened, sizing up Sasuke with violent, predatory intent. Then the teen smiles, a brief quirk of the mouth only, and the illusion dissipates.]
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[The voice drifts from behind a curtain on the left. While Sasuke may walk too softly to be audibly detected, the American teen can still hear the receptionist shouting after the shinobi—trying to offer her contact information. It inspires no amusement in Stiles. When the other boy joins him, he’ll find Stiles on the cot, sheets carefully adjusted to conceal his lower body. At first glance, he looks to be healthy. But Sasuke will undoubtedly notice the brutal bruising that paints an otherwise pale throat.
And the two distinct holes buried over the carotid artery there.
Stiles drags his gaze away from the floor. For a moment—perhaps a trick of the light—those brown eyes are deadened, sizing up Sasuke with violent, predatory intent. Then the teen smiles, a brief quirk of the mouth only, and the illusion dissipates.]
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