Kind of Trashed Mansion | Thursday

[robinonadderall]

After getting the hell scared out of him by Kate last night Stiles risked the glaring of his life to go check in on Derek at his house. At least he told himself it was just to check in. It certainly had nothing to do with having violent Argent flashbacks from last month and wanting to be somewhere safe. Nope. Not at all.

Even the safety aspect of this was iffy because you had to have been blind not to notice the bullet holes around the place. Stiles managed to coax Puppy Joe out from under the couch and took him up to Derek's room for much needed cuddling. Which eventually turned into sleeping. 'Cause there was something about Derek's bed that made him pass out for some reason.

And Stiles was still there the next day. Comfort zone reasons aside, it was the best place to wait for Derek. If he ever came back.

[Open for the occupants of said house, yes. And calls too!]

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[throughaphase]

And after listening to radio, Kitty decided that her uneasy feeling from last night hadn't gone away like at all, so she picked up her phone and called Stiles.

Because let's face it, she'd get more answers out of him than she would anyone else.

[justalphahere.livejournal.com]

After the clinging was over--for now--Derek had been informed that he smelled horrible and to take a damn shower before taking Laura out for food. Which would be why shortly after dusk, they were back to the house.

And Laura was checking the place out while her brother bathed.

"This, I wasn't expecting," Laura said, leaning in the doorway to Derek's room. "Hi, Stiles."

[newroutines]

Yeah, so. Yesterday had been... Yeah. A day. And today, Mike was finding out he could be a stress cook if pushed hard enough. So, there were going to be enough pancakes (and other random easy comfort food) for anyone coming by. Or possibly just Stiles.

He was honestly hoping it wasn't going to be just Stiles.

But yeah. He'd kind of taken over the kitchen.