Mansion of Post-Anesthesia High | Early Thursday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

So Stiles was now wisdom-tooth free. It was great to no longer be in pain, even though he was in for a hell of a time when it came to recovery. Luckily his oral surgeon had provided him with enough happy time drugs to keep him from being too miserable while he healed.

Not that he cared about that right now. He was still riding the anesthesia train and had been on cloud nine since Derek had driven him home.

"Derek, this door's broken," Stiles said, slurring his words as he pawed at the door handle. "I want to go inside, the dog's in there, I can hear him! Puppy Joeeeeeeeeee, your daddies are home! Open the door!"

[For Derek omg and anybody else that lives there/wants to visit]

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[justlurkinghere]

Damn it, Stiles.

Derek lowered the bag of peas, mouth going into a right line before he caught himself. "Really?"

Oh god, stop taking advantage of his willingness to share, Derek.

[robinonadderall]

"Oh yeah," Stiles said, nodding absently. "There's nightmares and nightmares and more nightmares. You're in them a lot."

Stiles slumped against a pillow and rubbed his face against it. If the dog or Derek wasn't going to cuddle with him then the pillow would do. "And...there's like this feeling all the time when I'm awake. Like my heart's all scarred and beat up."

"Don't feel like that right now though." Hooray for drugs!

[justlurkinghere]

Nooooo! This was the opposite of what Derek had wanted to know!

"Because of what you did with the nemeton."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles nodded. "Yeeeep. Big ol' tree stump of suck."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek sighed, taking a seat on the couch. Because everything was horrible again. "You should spend time with Scott then."

Because that's what a pack did, damn it.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles lifted his head off the pillow to give Derek some serious side eye. "Why do you keep trying to push me on Scott? Do you not like me anymore? Do I smell?"

[justlurkinghere]

"You're in his pack, aren't you?"

Derek was a preteen girl now.

[robinonadderall]

"What? I don't--I can't--" There was a confused look because, seriously, putting two and two together right now was hard. "I'm human, man, I don't answer to anybody."

Stiles only had Deucalion's and the other Derek's pack to go by so he naturally thought it was all about being bossed around by the alpha.

[justlurkinghere]

"What?" Derek huffed, pushing himself off the couch. Because this wasn't even a conversation that was happening, thank you. "Never mind."

[robinonadderall]

"You're being weird about something. I don't know what it is, but I'll figure it out. I won't forget this." He will totally forget this.

He also didn't much like Derek moving away from him. "Come here, I have to tell you something."

[justlurkinghere]

Excuse you, Derek was busy being irrationally upset at the person still under the influence of anesthesia here. Like the normal, emotionally healthy person he was.

"I can hear you from here," he said with a sigh.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles held out his arms and made a 'come here' motion. "No, it's important. Important, serious business. You have to promise me something."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek sighed, walking back over so that he could hear whatever it is and go back to sulking like the adult he was. "What?"

[robinonadderall]

"This is a serious business promise, okay?" Stiles said. "You ready to promise?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Fine," Derek huffed, arms crossed over his chest. You aren't adorable at all, Stiles. Not at all.

[robinonadderall]

Well, good. Because he wasn't trying to be adorable. He was trying to be serious. So very serious. He looked Derek in the eye and very seriously said, "Stay away from English teachers."

[justlurkinghere]

"What." No, seriously. What.

[robinonadderall]

"They are horrible, evil, awful people who will trick you and lecture you on idioms," Stiles said. "You stay away from them."

Even drugged up he knew Derek probably wouldn't take such sage advice, which is why he thought of the next question out of his mouth. "Is scent marking a thing?"

[justlurkinghere]

"What?" No. Okay, a little bit of a thing. Tiny bit. Possibly mostly a born werewolf and therefore Derek thing. "Why are we talking about English teachers? I though you liked that new one."

[robinonadderall]

"We're not talking about me, we're talking about you. You're not allowed near English teachers," Stiles said. "And you didn't answer my question."

[justlurkinghere]

"Fine, I'll stay away from English teachers." Ah hell no. He was going to make sure this new teacher wasn't planning to burn Stiles' house down.

And he was still not answering the scent marking question. Because that would make his indulgence of Stiles clothing theft awkward.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles narrowed his eyes because his Very Important Question had not been answered. "Like, if I rubbed my face against your neck would that keep English teachers away?"

[justlurkinghere]

"What."

[robinonadderall]

"Isn't that what it is?" Stiles asked, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment like that would make things clearer for him. "Like marking your territory in a non-gross way?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Is your English teacher a werewolf?" Derek settled on once he managed to thoroughly repress Stiles 'marking his territory'.