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robinonadderall) wrote2012-12-14 05:31 pm
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Not-So-Creepy Mansion | Friday Evening
Stiles had arranged for a portal to take him back to Fandom even before the clusterfuck that was last night went down and he was grateful for it this evening (it was a different evening, right? Stupid timelines) seeing as he had sort of felt like a zombie the last few hours. He was still sore as hell from getting the crap kicked out of him so the walk from the causeway into town was slow. He wasn't really thinking about where he was going but wasn't really surpised when he found himself at Derek and Mike's front door.
He let himself in (he hoped by now Mike realized B&E was a talent of his) and shuffled towards Derek's room, only taking a second to marvel at the fact that Derek actually had a bed now before kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his (Derek's, really) jacket before crawling under the covers.
Right now he was moping, but he was hoping it'd turn to sleep soon. Derek could just deal.
[For the guy whose bed it is]
He let himself in (he hoped by now Mike realized B&E was a talent of his) and shuffled towards Derek's room, only taking a second to marvel at the fact that Derek actually had a bed now before kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his (Derek's, really) jacket before crawling under the covers.
Right now he was moping, but he was hoping it'd turn to sleep soon. Derek could just deal.
[For the guy whose bed it is]
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"Pretty much." For so many reasons. "They're not to be trusted."
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Mostly because it was impossible to hate Allison. Even after she went on a psycho rage bender.
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"How much do you know." Derek, get your frown on.
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Derek gave him a look. A very serious look. For someone who had no bacon, so serious. "How did you know it?" Whoa. Whoa. A real question.
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And there was other stuff too, but he wasn't getting into that.
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Yeah, that was pretty terrible.
"One of the reasons, sure."
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Yeah he was blatantly changing the subject.
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"No." And you're the reason why, Stiles. All you.
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"It's his birthday." Okay that might have been a judgmental nagging girlfriend face he was pulling.
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And, you know, abandon him. Like those other puppies did.
SOB."We're not talking."
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"Why not?"
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Derek fixed him with an annoyed look. You and your keeping Derek out of the loop. What did you think this was? Canon?
"Because we had a fight." Duh.
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"Good." Oh god, Derek you're like a sulky little child who doesn't like to share. Next he'll be going 'I hope you're very happy together' before running out of the Denny's in tears.
Manly tears, but still.
"Keep him out of Beacon Hills next time."
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Was that... was that actual, normal conversation?
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"Lacrosse is awesome," Stiles said. "You're not normal. And I actually got to play, for the first time ever."
Look he was still in awe of that.
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"Werewolves," Derek reminded him. "It could have been worse. They showed some restraint."
And that you are alive.
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He was only a tiny bit mad about that. Just a little bit.
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Derek stared, trying to figure out just what they would want Scott to do. Well, other than die horribly. "Why Scott?"
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