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robinonadderall) wrote2012-12-14 05:31 pm
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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