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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[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'.

[robinonadderall]

"Who knows!" Stiles said, flailing his hands up in the air. "I'm talking about all English teachers everywhere."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek just stared. Because none of this made any sense. "Why?"

[robinonadderall]

Stiles stared at Derek for a long moment. "I love Jell-O."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'll just go. Make Jell-O," Derek ventured, taking the time back away from Stiles again.

And then Stilea would stop being confusing.

"Put the ice pack on."

[robinonadderall]

He wasn't confusing, you were confusing!

"Fine," Stiles groaned, putting the ice pack on his face before flopping back on the couch.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek put the TV on, clutching the remote like a shield. He hoped Stiles was a big fan of Toddlers and Tiaras, because it was on marathon. And Derek took the remote with him to make the stupid Jell-O.

On the plus side, the kitchen also had the list of post surgery advice. Expect to get checked on every ten minutes, Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

This was cruel and unusual punishment for wanting to scent mark you for your protection, isn't it? Luckily Stiles was too doped out to complain about the show Derek chose.

He wouldn't be exactly quiet while laying on the couch but at least it seemed he was talking to himself or the dog for the most part.

Don't worry, Derek, at some point soon you'd get to give him Oxycotin and he'd fall asleep and drool all over your couch.

[justlurkinghere]

It would be glorious silence followed by more horror because he was drugging a teenager to be left alone. But, for now, Derek was listening in to the Stiles/Puppy Joe conversation just in case something happened.

Or the English teacher thing was explained.

"Ice pack off!" Yeah, he was timing that shit.

[robinonadderall]

"Don't boss me!" The ice pack came off anyway.

[justlurkinghere]

Damn right it did. Because Derek was the boss of this relationship.

Totally the boss.

"And drink your water." Don't drool it on the couch or the dog, for the love of god.

[robinonadderall]

"Why?" Being a little shit to the guy making him food wasn't the greatest idea but it distracted him from the TV.

[justlurkinghere]

"Because you'll get dehydrated and die." Not really, but still. Drink your damn water.

[robinonadderall]

"That sounds like something my dad would say," Stiles said before taking a sip of water. "Speaking of, my dad's coming for that parents thingy and I think he wants to talk to you."

Drugged up Stiles was a lot nicer than regular Stiles because regular Stiles hadn't planned on saying anything.

"I didn't tell him we had sex though!" That was supposed to be comforting.