Not Creepy Mansion | Monday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

It hadn't been a great night in the ways of sleeping and there was a scratchiness in this throat that indicated that he was either talking a lot last night in his sleep or he was coming down with a cold. He didn't know which one would be worse. He had gone out to get a peppermint mocha that was 70% whipped cream and turned to go to the mansion instead of to the dorms, which should surprise no one. It was a nice, scenic walk, okay? He was enjoying the caroling.

Now he was curled up on the couch with his coffee and a blanket like that was the key to fighting off a potential cold or something.

[For the people in the house and anybody that wants to stop by, of course]

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[justlurkinghere]

And Derek would let him. It was horrible.

"And I don't have heart problems."

[robinonadderall]

"And you never will, thanks to my efforts." There was really no winning this argument, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm making myself some bacon to have with this." It was yet another game of chicken.

[robinonadderall]

"And while you're doing that, I'm gonna go give all that cold medicine to someone who really needs it." Your move, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

"Go ahead."

[robinonadderall]

"Okay then," Stiles said, hitching up the blanket so it was like a little toga. "Here I go. Off to the living room."

[justlurkinghere]

"Might want to put shoes on if you plan on leaving," Derek called after him. And then glared down at his ingredients before grabbing a pot.

[robinonadderall]

"I'll do that!" Stiles moved into the living room and grabbed the bag of every cold medicine known to man. Then he looked over at the couch. The nice, comfortable couch.

After a moment's contemplation he decided giving the medicine to some barista with a cold could wait and he'd just rest his eyes a little.

And in true Stiles Stilinski fashion, he had to sleep in a terrible position that was only comfortable to him. Notably with his face buried in the pillow and his butt in the air. At least the blanket was covering him.

[justlurkinghere]

And, once there was blissful silence, but no sign of Stiles having left... Derek wandered out. With the soup on to simmer, of course.

He sighed, rolling his eyes before going to find another blanket to throw over the idiot.

His life was horrible.