Мне одной этот диалог до болит напоминает другой?
“A regular damsel-in-distress aren’t we, Stiles?” Peter asks, his voice cold. He forgets himself enough to lift his hand from Stiles’ neck, pressing a claw into his cheek instead and drawing a ragged scratch down its curve. “Take away your pretty bag of magic tricks, and what are you? Useless. You - ”
Stiles pulls the trigger, ignores the warm gush of blood and shoves Peter away, scrambling out from underneath him as fast as he can.
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