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Taz stared down at the mole covered face, his arms were wrapped around his legs, and his eyes watched blood slowly leak from Stiles nose.
He didn't know how long it has been like this, him staring at random objects to distract from the deepening boredom, and Stiles, laying flat on the ground, out cold.
At one point Taz's mind decided this all was a haltionation.
That he allowed himself to fall into the deep end once more, that he allowed the nightmares to get ahold of his brain, and be brought into reality.
That in truth he was sitting on the floor, with a drug filled system.
"What the fuck"
Taz felt like he was flying with how high he jumped.
Turning he faced a confused Stiles. His eyes brows scrunched, possibly because his head was throbbing, or because he was confused why he had not awoken from this dread filled dream. Taz watched him rub his head, and then smiled a big old smile when Stiles looked up at him.
"You're bleeding"
"You punched me"
"And you're bleeding"
"You punched me..."
Taz rolled his eyes, "yeah, you said that already"
Stiles sat up quickly, as if him straightening his back would be threatening to Taz, who if saw any danger coming, would kick where no sunshine saw.
"And you said I was bleeding twice, so you have no room to judge"
Taz tilted his head in consideration, tossing around the idea if that was true or not, then he nodded his head, "true, but luckily I like tight spaces"
Stiles flopped back onto his back with sigh, "You're annoying"
Taz set his head onto his knees, he did't understand what was happening, before him laid the boy with nightmares, surrounding him were dark unwelcoming trees, ones that said that they were keepings them in, aswell as keeping something out, and above them was the dark sky, holding angles of fire.
