[It takes Stiles a while to answer the call from the World, simply because the last time they'd done that--well, it'd been a trap. He stares up at the ceiling of his room, furrowing his brows as he weighs his options, but eventually, his nagging question about wolves pushing it's way to his mind is what has him rolling out of bed.
Stiles bundles himself up in his dark winter jacket, pulling on a warm scarf and boots, stomping out into the new fallen snow. Sure enough, there are actually presents, and a woman, one seeming much more, well, trustworthy, than the first apparition. Jogging up to her, he stuffs his hands in his pockets.]
So--you're....the world. The actual World. Not the fake one. Right?
no subject
Stiles bundles himself up in his dark winter jacket, pulling on a warm scarf and boots, stomping out into the new fallen snow. Sure enough, there are actually presents, and a woman, one seeming much more, well, trustworthy, than the first apparition. Jogging up to her, he stuffs his hands in his pockets.]
So--you're....the world. The actual World. Not the fake one. Right?