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“That one time Stiles visited me on tour.”

“They told me to be normal.”

|| Guys, I wanna make a Skins account to RP Naomi/Emily.

|| I'm making Naomi/Emily on the Sims.

Scott was beyond annoyed with his manager. First, booking him an acting gig when he was clearly a - (Stiles Stilinski)

- musician. A sigh expelled from the olive-skinned male as he drove onto the set of the movie he'd be starring - (Stiles Stilinski)

- in alongside Stiles Stilinski, which of course he knew. Yet he didn't know the other male personally. All he knew was that -

- his name was apparently well-known in the universe of acting. He wouldn't have the slightest clue. - (Stiles Stilinski)

- He knew a little about the movie itself, set in the 1940's, a gay couple sent to an asylum for their so-called - (Stiles Stilinski)

- disease. Scott didn't have a problem with playing a love-interest to another guy, he was openly gay - (Stiles Stilinski)

- in the world of music, so why the world of acting as well? Maybe that's why his manager booked him the role. - (Stiles Stilinski)

- He didn't really chew on the idea. As he parked his car outside the main set building, he breathed in deeply, - (Stiles Stilinski)

- seeing Stiles Stilinski from across the lot.

After he parked and turned the car off, he pocketed the keys, flashing his manager an - (Stiles Stilinski)

- annoyed look. Yet, he moved from the seat. Opening the door, and stepping onto the crisp black - (Stiles Stilinski)

- asphalt. Scott slowly moved towards Stiles Stilinski and his manager, ignoring his as he followed on his -

- heels. Scott stopped about a foot in front of Stiles Stilinski, extending a hand for him to shake. -

- While doing this, Scott nodded once as a greeting. “Hey, Stiles Stilinski. How 'you been?”

Punk!AU. Not new to RP, obviously. RT, get it over with. Thanks.