Not-So-Creepy Mansion | Monday Morning

[robinonadderall]

Stiles had not stayed last night during the full moon shenanigans. He felt like it'd be too awkward considering last week. So he put up a circle of mountain ash, made sure everybody was going to be fine and then went back to the dorms because apparently he felt bad enough for Ms. Blake that he actually completed an essay on Heart of Darkness for her. What a whipped not-student he was.

But he was back bright and early Monday 'cause he got the feeling Jackson would like to escape as soon as possible. He broke the circle of mountain ash and then let himself inside.

"Circle's broken, you can leave now!" Stiles shouted, picking up Puppy Joe and then heading into the kitchen to make himself coffee. You people owed him coffee.

[For the people in the house! Werewolf business NFB please]

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[nomoresportscars]

Jackson hated everything about this. Everything. But especially the fact that he hadn't been able to control the change. That took him right back to the kanima and how helpless he'd felt.

But at least he hadn't hurt anyone. Not that that stopped his eyes from tearing up with frustration when he woke up this morning, but it was something. Hearing Stiles' voice, he pulled himself together and made his way up the stairs, up from the basement.

... And then banged his fist off the basement door when he found it locked. He couldn't really complain about it, not with the claw marks around the basement that had probably not been there when he'd been confined here last night, but ugh. "Come on!"

[robinonadderall]

Oh right, he had forgotten about that part. Well Jackson was just going to have to wait until Stiles had finished getting his coffee.

He did unlock the door eventually and opened it, coffee in one hand and Puppy Joe tucked under his arm. He had missed the little dog, okay? "Sorry about that."

He wasn't that sorry.

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson responded to that with a pretty pointed hmph.

"Yeah, whatever." He didn't care whether Stiles was sorry about anything, anyway. And then he eyes Puppy Joe. "What the hell is that thing?"

[robinonadderall]

Stiles rolled his eyes. "A dog, Jackson, what does it look like?"

[nomoresportscars]

"I thought this was Derek's house."

Don't be slow, Jackson.

"It barely looks like a real dog."

[justlurkinghere]

Once Jackson was in the kitchen, Derek gave him a nod of greeting.

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson gave him a wary look back. He was so not looking forward to whatever he was about to hear.

"Coffee?"

[justlurkinghere]

"On the counter," he replied, nodding in that direction as he pushed a cup over. Yes, he had planned this all out in his head.

[nomoresportscars]

Had he also planned for Jackson figuratively kicking and screaming his way through it, and probably – literally – trying to leave? Because he was going to.

But he was getting coffee in silence right now.

[bitten_notshy]

Once Jack had some coffee and felt more in control, he looked over to Jackson. They hadn't killed each other in the night; that was something.

"You made it through," he said, with something like respect. "Twenty-eight days and we get to do it again."

[nomoresportscars]

Yay for survival. Jackson look towards Jack was about as wary as the one he'd given to Derek. "Yippee," he said. Dryly.

[bitten_notshy]

"It's too early to break out the champagne," Jack shrugged. Also dryly.

[nomoresportscars]

"Mm." Jackson sipped his coffee and wondered how he hadn't left yet. "Let's celebrate once I don't have to be down there with you anymore."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek had already started in on coffee, thank you very much. Because a night spent with two werewolves who were less than in control... Tiring.

"You're making that dog think it can't walk."

[robinonadderall]

"He's too cute not to carry," Stiles said, nuzzling his face against Puppy Joe. "And he's missed me."

[justlurkinghere]

"He also missed rolling in dead animals," Derek pointed out with an eyeroll.

[robinonadderall]

"I'm way more appealing than dead animals," Stiles said. "Are you gonna pour me coffee or are you gonna get out of my way?"

[justlurkinghere]

He nodded to the cup on the counter. It was possibly made the same way as it had been on the weekend that shall not be spoken of. "You overestimate your appeal," Derek assured him.

[bitten_notshy]

"Food?" Jack asked Derek hopefully.

He was hungry. Give him a few more minutes, and he might come up with longer sentences.

[justlurkinghere]

"Bagels are in the fridge." Since fresh were right out of the question with mountain ash going on. "Coffee's hot."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack nodded, went for the bagels, and didn't say anything else until he'd stuffed half of one into his gut.

"Thanks," he said, and then a moment later: "Door got scratched up."

Him or Jackson? Or both of them? He wasn't sure it even mattered.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was up the stairs last of all, because he needed to get dressed -- including the shirt, as he was not from Beacon Hills. He made a beeline to the coffee, and was several sips in before he said anything at all.

"Hi Puppy Joe," he said, sounding tired. "Hi ... people."

[robinonadderall]

"Hey," Stiles greeted. "You feeling okay?"

[bitten_notshy]

"As much as I can be," Jack said, managing a wobbly attempt at a smile, and then deflected: "How are you?"

[robinonadderall]

"Stayed up all night writing an essay on Heart of Darkness," he said. "Not as exhausting as your night, but still pretty irritating."