[ @WhatUpStilinski ] — heart is a ghost town. Said, my heart. My heart is a ghost town. My heart is a ghost town.

What did I win, @WhatUpStilinski? |[Lazily sprawls out, laying his head on Stiles' lap.]|

You wouldn't shove me off anyway, @WhatUpStilinski. You have better enjoyed that. It was the only time it was gonna happen, fiancée.

Never ever singing, @WhatUpStilinski. .

Singing, @WhatUpStilinski? No. I'm going to bed now. Adiós, babyyy.

Oops, @WhatUpStilinski. Too late, now I'm back.

Aw, @WhatUpStilinski, I'm sorry! I'm here. . For. . Hour and a half. So. . Okayyy.

Are you seriously pissed at me for /going to bed/, @WhatUpStilinski?

|[Throws arms up.]| Oh, okay, @WhatUpStilinski. Wow. Well, as you wish, /sweetie/, I will not talk to you.

Is @WhatUpStilinski the dominate one in my relationship?

Where the frick is @WhatUpStilinski?

I'm going hiatus, @WhatUpStilinski. Just sayin'. . .

Back to see that my fiancé isn't here. Great.