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robinonadderall) wrote2013-09-12 08:50 am
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Mansion of Post-Anesthesia High | Early Thursday Afternoon
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]
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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"Can you feel your cheeks," Derek said instead of the scathing response he so wanted. Because Stiles was recovering from surgery. He would be snarky once that was done.
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That was now a word.
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One. He wasn't dealing with looped up Stiles more than he had to.
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"Oh god yes give it to me." Phrasing, Stiles. Phrasing.
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"...drink the rest of your water with it." There, rules had been set down. Derek grabbed the bottle, only struggling for a little bit before the motherfucking childproof was bested.
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What he was really asking was if he'd get to stay in Derek's bed while Derek was forced to sleep on the couch.
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He sighed. "Well, I'm not dragging you back to the dorms." Because, let's be real, Cade would steal all your meds.
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"Good," Stiles said, flopping against the couch again. "I love your bed."
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Stiles took the pill out of Derek's hand and knocked it back. Yes, he finished the water too. You won that one, Derek. Mostly because Stiles had a low pain tolerance and didn't want to feel any of this recovery,
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"Just tell me if it still hurts," Derek muttered after a moment. So that he could do his weird werewolf power of weirdness.
Right up there with smelling cancer.
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"Watch your show." Because the remote was probably somewhere in the fridge.
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Because that would be weird.