Only Creepy Now In Spirit Mansion | Thursday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

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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[justlurkinghere]

Derek rolled his eyes, asking werewolf Jesus to grant him strength. "I could always eat the dumplings and leave you with no project.

[robinonadderall]

"You will not," Stiles said. "Or I will make a face at you. A devastating face that will break your heart."

[justlurkinghere]

"Will it be like your charm?" Derek asked, leaning his hip against the counter so that he could adequately express his wry amusement over this.

[robinonadderall]

"It's a subset of my charm," he said. "The subset that makes people sad."

[justlurkinghere]

"So, it is your charm."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles put a hand on his chest and faked a laugh for a couple of seconds before attempting to look serious. "You're cleaning this kitchen by yourself now."

[justlurkinghere]

"Am I," Derek replied, crossing his arms over his chest. If there hasn't still been flour on him, it might have looked intimidating.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles nodded. "You're not too impressed with my cleaning skills anyhow. I would have just messed it up."

[justlurkinghere]

"What makes you think you'll be able to leave here without cleaning?"

[robinonadderall]

"Pretty sure I could just walk out the door." Or run out. Either/or.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek glanced over at the doorway out of the kitchen, then back to Stiles. Doorway, Stiles again.

Oh, he'd like to see him try.

[robinonadderall]

Okay, Stiles initially had no intention of leaving the house without cleaning. But now Derek was making it into some sort of a challenge and Stiles couldn't not take it up. He backed down from nothing. Except scary things.

So him trying to bolt out of the room was inevitable, really. What's the worst that could happen?

[justlurkinghere]

Derek was involved, so everyone could die, turn evil, die and then turn evil...

Since he didn't want a repeat of the scorched pan incident, Derek took the time to shut off the burner before giving chase. See now, this should have been where Stiles made a run for the stairs. Stairs being Derek's true archenemy.

"You're getting flour everywhere," Derek snapped, grabbing at Stiles' shirt and just making the flour situation worse.

[robinonadderall]

Goddammit, it was really sad that Derek could take the time to shut off the burner and still catch up to Stiles. It was like he went to that one track meet for nothing!

"Save me, Puppy Joe!" Because that dog could take Derek, sure.

[justlurkinghere]

Puppy Joe refused to take sides with his feelings parents, so he expressed his discomfort by prancing in a circle around them, barking excitedly. Yeah. You heard him.

"You need to go running more often a week," Derek informed him, ruthlessly stamping down on the urge to wrap his arm around Stiles' chest to keep him in place more solidly that a fist full of floury shirt.

[robinonadderall]

Probably a good idea considering this already looked pretty bad from and outside point of view. And maybe an inside one, if Stiles had more of an eye for this sort of thing. Luckily he didn't.

"More running? No, no, no, I don't need to do that," he insisted. "I can run just fine for a human."

Oh man that was such a lie.

[justlurkinghere]

"You'd be dead if I was trying." Derek's motivational skills left something to be desired.

[robinonadderall]

"Is there any amount of running I could do that wouldn't end with me dead if you were trying?" he asked. "Because, seriously, you're a werewolf."

[justlurkinghere]

"Be smarter," Derek suggested, letting go if the shirt.

[robinonadderall]

"Great advice there, Derek," Stiles said, straightening his shirt out. "I'm still alive, you know. So I can't be too stupid."

[justlurkinghere]

"Keep it that way. Barton will kill me if anything happens to you."

Also, he would blame himself and sink further into his 'everyone I care about dies because of me' guilt spiral.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Both of you need to learn that you're not responsible for what I do."

[justlurkinghere]

"Yes I am." Because of reasons! "When it comes to werewolves."

[robinonadderall]

"No, you're really not," Stiles said. "I was dealing with werewolves before I met you."

Well. Before he met this Derek, not the other Derek. So confusing.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek's mouth went into a tight line as he tried stared Stiles down on that. "That doesn't matter. You're here now, it's my responsibility."

Well, that's a sure fire way to get Stiles killed there.