[ Little did Stiles know that he was taking about literature that came out around the time when Jerry had been human. He could have easily seen that play when it was fresh and new. Or seen a Shakespearean play while the writer himself still lived. But he wasn't about to tell Stiles that.
Instead, he wanted the kid to think that the ploy was working. That he was sensitive enough to both the irritating song and the volume could effect him. He cringed, the paper crumpling in his hands.
Rising back to his feet, he slammed himself against the bars, as if doing so could some how reach that offending device. All snarls and black eyes and way too many teeth to be natural. His irises get more prominent against the field of black. Gold, but not glowing like the kid's wolf friends. ]
DON'T YOU DARE!
[ He bellows the words in a flawless frenzy, panicked at the notion of enduring it. ]
[Spam]
Instead, he wanted the kid to think that the ploy was working. That he was sensitive enough to both the irritating song and the volume could effect him. He cringed, the paper crumpling in his hands.
Rising back to his feet, he slammed himself against the bars, as if doing so could some how reach that offending device. All snarls and black eyes and way too many teeth to be natural. His irises get more prominent against the field of black. Gold, but not glowing like the kid's wolf friends. ]
DON'T YOU DARE!
[ He bellows the words in a flawless frenzy, panicked at the notion of enduring it. ]