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Sheriff Stilinski P.O.V.
"If I die tonight, donate all of my organs to those in need, except for my middle finger- give that to Jackson," Stiles said in a determined voice as he walked into the kitchen.
"Stiles..." I sighed in fond annoyance at his antics "You are just getting your wisdom teeth taken out," I said while folding the newspaper and setting it down. Because apparently, this was going to be a conversation that needed my full attention.
Stiles pacing around the kitchen had groaned "Do you know how high the chances are for a person to be injured or die when they go to the dentist!"
"No, but do you?" I retorted
"............."
"That's what I thought, now go get dressed and after the dentist, you can pick what we have for lunch ok."
Stiles snorted "You are getting a salad you know this right?" He said like he couldn't quite believe that I wouldn't cooperate.
"Go before I make you go to the dentist in your PJs."
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Author's Note.
I own nothing, nothing is mine. I only ogle at the characters from a far. Jeff Davis owns everything 🙌