[she almost texts him a few times while she's waiting for the pies to be cooked, but the times goes in quickly for amara, too. there's a lot on her mind, and while she hasn't had any problems sleeping... it's hard enough not flipping out at every little thing. she's still feeling incredibly tightly wound after learning of louis's fate, but that's not something she wants to burden stiles with.
when she comes in and he tries to take the boxes from her, she just holds it up above him. not hard to do, considering how tall she is.]
Your complaint has been noted. [she's an ass, sometimes.] Meaty one on top. Soda in the bag.
[fortunately, she's not so severely injured that it's affecting any of this. he can probably see both her arms wrapped up with a little bit of red leaking through, but not enough for it to be concerning.
at least, that's what amara thinks. she's not bleeding everywhere, so it's fine.]
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when she comes in and he tries to take the boxes from her, she just holds it up above him. not hard to do, considering how tall she is.]
Your complaint has been noted. [she's an ass, sometimes.] Meaty one on top. Soda in the bag.
[fortunately, she's not so severely injured that it's affecting any of this. he can probably see both her arms wrapped up with a little bit of red leaking through, but not enough for it to be concerning.
at least, that's what amara thinks. she's not bleeding everywhere, so it's fine.]
Don't worry about paying me back.