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]

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[justlurkinghere]

Derek shoved the hoodie at his chest. "I need coffee," he muttered, shoving some of the pillows over to escape the fort.

[robinonadderall]

"Make me some too," Stiles said, making a grossed out face at the state of his hoodie. "Did you want this back after I washed it or..."

He could put it back in it's old hiding space! Or not considering that would mean he'd have to go into sex toy territory.

[justlurkinghere]

"Keep it." Awww, you make little you sad, Derek.

[robinonadderall]

"Oh. Okay." Aw, even Stiles was a little disappointed by that. Tiny Derek's reasoning had gotten to him, dammit. "Thanks."

[justlurkinghere]

Well, Derek couldn't have nice things. It was his lot in life. "It's yours anyway."

[robinonadderall]

"True." It kind of didn't feel like his any more though. "Are you okay?"

[justlurkinghere]

Stiles could always 'accidentally' leave it there. Like everything else.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

[robinonadderall]

Stiles shrugged, feeling kind of stupid for asking when he knew that he'd probably get that sort of response. "I'm just asking."

[justlurkinghere]

Yeah, well, Derek was repressing and making coffee.

Yes, there were two coffee cups out. What of it? "You don't have to."

[robinonadderall]

"Obviously I don't have to," Stiles said. "I care about your well being, is that so hard to believe?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek stared at him, pouring the right amount of cream and sugar into Stiles' cup. Because shut up.

[robinonadderall]

This was actually pretty awkward even without anybody acknowledging sex toys. Pretty impressive. But Stiles had learned last week that with the two of them it tended to be better to wade through the awkward than to separate like two mature people.

"So I decided I wanted to do little trips to college campuses."

[justlurkinghere]

It was a magical relationship that worked best with lots of yelling.

"Little trips?"

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah. Instead of one big road trip we could do like one campus a weekend or something," he said. "So I don't get burnt out on visiting places."

[justlurkinghere]

Nothing could go wrong here. "Where first?"

[robinonadderall]

"Well it depends, do you want to put off Florida or do you want to just get it over with?" He still didn't understand your Florida hate, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

UGH, FLORIDA.

" We can do Florida first. When?"

[robinonadderall]

Stiles shrugged. "Whenever you got a free weekend and we can book a place to stay. Or you can."

'Cause you had to be over eighteen to do that. Womp womp.

[justlurkinghere]

UGH, SO CREEPY.

"Fine," Derek said, grabbing the pot now that coffee was finished brewing, and pouring them each a cup.

[robinonadderall]

HE WAS ALMOST LEGAL. ALMOST.

"Florida's not gonna kill you, Derek." Probably.

[justlurkinghere]

"You say that now." He could have been joking there. It was hard to tell.

[robinonadderall]

"You can ask Mike for survival tips before we go," he said, grabbing his cup of coffee. "Of course he might suggest stripping as an answer."

Stiles...hated that he brought that imagery on himself.

[justlurkinghere]

"No." Just no.

[robinonadderall]

"Do you think he knows any strippers in that area?" Now he was just being an asshole.

[justlurkinghere]

Stiles, you're the worst. "No."