Kid-Free Mansion | Monday Morning

[robinonadderall]

Falling asleep in a pile of chips hadn't been as uncomfortable as Stiles would have initially thought. Though the whole werewolf comforter might have had something to do with it, along with the whole pack togetherness thing. Even if this wasn't technically Stiles' pack.

This morning, however, brought on the awkwardness that Stiles saw coming all weekend and he was now trying to figure out a way to slide out of the pillow fort to make coffee without anybody noticing. It involved moving very, very slowly out from underneath his much bigger werewolf comforter and trying not to breathe too loudly.

[For anybody in the house, of course]

Comments

[justlurkinghere]

"What." Why did this constantly happen to him?

[nomoresportscars]

What the fuck was Jackson doing, sitting with his back against the wall right outside the pillow fort? That was the question he was asking himself right about now, too, as he was waking up.

The answer involved being in control of himself enough to not necessarily need to be locked up, and some vague need for companionship when other people were having their tiny kid fun. Or something. He didn't want to talk about it.

He rubbed his eyes and considered getting up and bailing before he'd have to actually speak to anyone.