Big Top Bounce Campfire, Thursday Morning

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Jackson was getting pretty ready to move out of the campgrounds. Actually, he'd been pretty ready to move out from the moment he'd first seen the bouncy castles, and that had been before he'd found out that he'd be waking up every damn night to find Stiles drooling on his shoulder after rolling across the castle to where he was. So if the girls in the castle had been woken up by his bark of "GET OFF ME, STILINSKI" several times in the past week and a half, well, Jackson was ––

... Well, no, Jackson wasn't sorry. If he was suffering, so should everyone else.

But apart from the continued inconvenience of living inside a children's play area, Jackson was actually in an okay mood. With the kanima business him, he was feeling pretty good about himself. Strong and powerful, even. Werewolf now, and not someone else's plaything. Things were looking up. (And he was yet to realize what day the day after tomorrow was, and consequently, what day tomorrow was.) All in all, this meant that while he was sitting outside by the unlit firepit, eating a cold Pop Tart for breakfast, it might actually not be a hugely bad time to approach him.

By Jackson's standards, anyway.

[OOC: Open!]