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robinonadderall) wrote2013-08-15 09:51 am
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Only Creepy Now In Spirit Mansion | Thursday Afternoon
Okay, Stiles wanted to at least be a little bit impressive with his final project in Dr. Lecter's class, which would be why he wasn't going to write a paper or make peanut butter and jelly. Instead he had asked his dad to send one of his mother's old cookbooks and was attempting to make knedle serowo-truskawkowe. It was something she used to make for him and Scott when they were kids.
"Attempting" being the key word here. The first batch for his trial run was a burnt mess so now he was starting over, getting a fresh sheen of flour all over everything in the kitchen. It covered up the chunks of unused dough and smushed up strawberries from the first batch nicely.
At least he hadn't tried to make golabki. Then the kitchen would stink like cabbage in addition to being a mess.
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"Attempting" being the key word here. The first batch for his trial run was a burnt mess so now he was starting over, getting a fresh sheen of flour all over everything in the kitchen. It covered up the chunks of unused dough and smushed up strawberries from the first batch nicely.
At least he hadn't tried to make golabki. Then the kitchen would stink like cabbage in addition to being a mess.
[Post is open for the people that live there and anybody who wants to stop by ofc]

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"Charming? Really?"
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That was now a word.
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There, look like the opening credits, Derek.
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Well, hope you were expecting a headlock, Stiles.
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"No don't!" Stiles has to talk his way out of this since there was no way he could overpower Derek. "It's gonna get all gross when I shower!"
He obviously wasn't too pissed since he was laughing between words.
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It wasn't dirty. It was only dirty if you made it dirty.
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Derek rolled his eyes, only swaying slightly from all the force being exerted on him. With one last shove of flour down the back of Stiles' shirt, he let go.
The last time he had goofed around like this had been when he'd still lived with Laura.
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"It's not my favorite shirt," Derek countered, shaking his head to get some of the flour off his face. Yes, like a dog.
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Derek shoulder checked him as he went to fill up a pot with water for cooking the dumplings. Really, you two. Really?
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Just so you know.
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"It's not a good look for anyone," Derek muttered in a manner that was completely defensive as he set the pot on to boil.
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Maybe that was why he was so fugly, though. His delicate, feminine feature just weren't made for this life.
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Sarcasm always helped.
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