Re: call: scott m/stiles s
I think somebody freaking stuck me down here and texted you. You don't sleep-text. [Whispering is becoming faster and high-pitched. Arm-waving is easily pictured.] I think panicking is a good idea! [Some rustling, clanking. Bang, bang, bang. Forgetting to whisper.] The door is locked! [Some more pointless yanking on the door as his frustration clearly gets the better of him.] The door is friggin LOCKED, Scott!
[A short pause.] I heard something.
...I don't think you should come, dude. This feels like a trap. I feel like bait. Don't come.