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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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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.