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."

[robinonadderall]

"Actually this is Mike's house." Please, the Derek that sort of has his shit together only just now managed to get a loft, no way this Derek owned a house. "And Puppy Joe is a real dog and he's Derek's."

Nah, Stiles. You were co-parenting Puppy Joe.

[nomoresportscars]

And Jackson just moved on to another question, because he had many of them. "Who the hell is Mike?"

Just the guy who'd left for work way early, only leaving behind a note that said not to wreck any of his stuff while he was gone. Yes, after werewolf drama.

[robinonadderall]

"The hot guy that fixed up the place," Stiles said. "Come on, do you really think Derek would put in the effort to fix up a house?"

[nomoresportscars]

"The basement didn't impress me," Jackson informed him dryly, refraining from pointing out how little he remembered of the house from last nigt.

On account of having been more interested in growling at people and trying to keep from clawing anyone.

[robinonadderall]

"What would be the point of fixing up the basement?" Stiles asked. "It'd just be wrecked every full moon due to werewolf drama."

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson couldn't really argue with that. So he didn't.

"Where's the kitchen?"

These people owed him coffee. Somehow.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles pointed in the direction of the kitchen. "There's still coffee left."

Look at him, being nice.

[nomoresportscars]

And look at Jackson... pushing past him towards the kitchen without as much as a thank you.

Well, what did you expect?

[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."

[justlurkinghere]

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

[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.

[nomoresportscars]

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

"Coffee?"

[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]

"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.

[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.

[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]

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."

[justlurkinghere]

You drama queen, Jackson.

"We need to find an anchor for you before you can be left alone on full moons," Derek said, taking a sip of his coffee.

[bitten_notshy]

"Food?" Jack asked Derek hopefully.

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