against evil and people who would be bad pet owners (belatedly against small kids)
[Scott is sitting on the floor with about five puppies in his lap who are all very excited to see him on the floor. Other puppies can be seen in the background puppying about. That's right, puppy cascade was permanent.]
Hey. So. Anyone looking to adopt a dog? Or two? Or...five?
[His Stiles and Allison, Andy, Unpopular Lydia]
It might not be so bad to keep a couple, right? Like, two, tops?
Also, Andy, can you come glow your eyes at them or something? Aren't you like...the top dog? Because you're a werewolf? The top dog who can make them stop trying to eat my shoes?
[Jason]
What happened at the prison, was that you?
[SURPRISE SPAM for imademymistakes!Stiles]
[ooc: takes place in the morning before he makes this post]
[He'd checked in a few times with his mom since Stiles had been admitted, but he hadn't gone to see him in person yet. He told himself it was because of the wish stuff, an actual puppy pack running around the Hyperion tended to be pretty freaking distracting. If he was honest with himself though, it had a lot more to do with the fact that he was too freaked out to face the sight of the version of his best friend he'd had a fight with in the hospital. He didn't want to know how close it had been. But even with a million other Scotts there to check on Stiles it was a pretty cowardly reason to stay away, and he knew it.
So now he's outside the door to the med bay taking a deep breath and securing his armful of puppies. It had seemed unfair to his Stiles to leave him with all of them, so he'd scooped a few random ones up on his way out. He's still hovering nervously outside the door when one of them yips loudly and Scott makes a face before pushing the door open with his shoulder and edging in tentatively]
Uh, hey Stiles. I just wanted to come by and see how you were doing?