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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[robinonadderall]

"You don't know that," Stiles said. "What about the night at the motel? I helped save four people that night. I had to talk Scott down by myself."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek stared at him because, you know, one bad choice led to his entire family dying in a horrible fashion. Also, Paige. There was always Paige.

[robinonadderall]

"I don't even know why I keep arguing with you about this," Stiles said, shaking his head. "You don't trust me to make my own decisions, fine, that's your problem. It's not like you're going to stop me from doing what I want anyway."

[justlurkinghere]

Stop aggravating his issues, Stiles!

Derek stared at him, trying and failing to come up with a response that wasn't completely pathetic. "You don't trust me, I don't trust you," he said, not really aware that wasn't the first time Stiles heard it.

Though the meaning here was different enough.

[robinonadderall]

The meaning here might have been different, but it was enough to piss Stiles off even more. The meaning might have been worse than the first time he had heard it, since Stiles was under the assumption that they had trusted each other on some things.

Stiles was actually so mad that he couldn't really find the words to say just how mad he was. So he went with a classic. "Fuck you, Derek!"

Then he tried to walk away with as much dignity a person covered in flour could muster.