No Longer Piratey Mansion | Friday Late Morning

[robinonadderall]

It was a pretty well known fact that unless physically forced or woken up by a nightmare, Stiles would pretty much sleep his day away if he had nowhere to be. Sometimes the smell of coffee could lure him out of bed, but only if he was past the completely passed out stage of sleep. So despite going to bed annoyed last night, Stiles was still at the house and was still commandeering Derek's bed.

Or half of it, rather. At some point during the night half of him had fallen off the bed, so his face was pressed up against the floor while his lower half was still resting comfortably on the bed.

Don't ask how he could sleep like that. It was a mystery of life.

[For Derek! I'm gonna be on major SP at certain points during the day. Ugh I have appointments like an adult or something]

Comments

[robinonadderall]

"You love it." Or barely tolerated it. Whichever.

[justlurkinghere]

A little from column A, a little from column B.

"Shouldn't you be applying soon?"

[robinonadderall]

"For what? Schools?" he asked. "In a few months, yeah. Gotta pick the ones I really want to apply to first. UMD is a definite yes, they've got an awesome criminology program."

[justlurkinghere]

"Visit the campuses to see." Just don't go to the Midwest. Or Florida. Or California.

[robinonadderall]

"Not a bad idea," Stiles said. "Could take the jeep and make a road trip out of it."

[justlurkinghere]

"Try to avoid certain death on it." Since that's your new thing, Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles lifted his eyebrows. "Seriously, you're going to let me go alone?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Is this you asking me to go?" To pay for gas and hotel rooms.

[robinonadderall]

"It'd save you the trouble of calling every five minutes." So, yes.

[justlurkinghere]

Hey now! He'd limit himself to a call every ten minutes. "I'm saying 'I told you so' when that jeep dies somewhere in Ohio."

It was a date road trip.