"Yeah okay, sure,” he agrees with a croak, sitting down heavily on the curb. God, his mouth tastes like garbage now. If only last night’s dinner had tasted as good coming up as it had going down. Turning his head (this time) to spit, he rubs at his forehead with a shirt sleeve. “Sorry. About the shoes.”
And he is. Kinda. Mostly, he’s internally bemoaning how gross and dizzy he feels. This is why you should wear a helmet when riding a bicycle, kids. Don’t be like Stiles.
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"Yeah okay, sure,” he agrees with a croak, sitting down heavily on the curb. God, his mouth tastes like garbage now. If only last night’s dinner had tasted as good coming up as it had going down. Turning his head (this time) to spit, he rubs at his forehead with a shirt sleeve. “Sorry. About the shoes.”
And he is. Kinda. Mostly, he’s internally bemoaning how gross and dizzy he feels. This is why you should wear a helmet when riding a bicycle, kids. Don’t be like Stiles.