Anti-Creepy Mansion | Friday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

Stiles was dying. This was it, his last days on earth. He had clearly contracted some sort of ebola-like disease and was in the midst of shuffling his mortal coil. He would die on this couch.

Or he could just be really sick. It was probably that one.

At least it was his last day of torturing people in the mansion with his coughs and whining. He was going back to Beacon Hills tomorrow to torture his dad and the McCalls with it. Everybody deserved to deal with Stiles when he was like this. At least the werewolves couldn't catch anything.

[Open for the people that live there/visitors. Gotta get this brat out of town during the BDE. Stupid job with stupid working]

Comments

[newroutines]

"Ice on the floor." He peered at his feet, then shook his head. "I don't know, maybe that's today's thing."

[robinonadderall]

"There's been things?" he asked.

[newroutines]

"There's been things," Mike confirmed, as he made his way off the patch of ice. carefully. "Marzipan and people turning Christmassy colors and whatever."

[robinonadderall]

"I'm missing all the good stuff," Stiles griped. "It isn't fair."

[newroutines]

"Yeah, I bet you're just dying to get turned into random colors and sing carols."

Mike didn't think so.

"In retrospect, though, I should probably have brought some of the marzipan in."

[robinonadderall]

"Yes you should have!" Even though Stiles wasn't in the mood to eat anything. "I did sing carols though. It was awful."

[newroutines]

"Because you don't like singing, or because you don't like being forced to?"

You had to be specific.

[robinonadderall]

"I sang with Derek." That should be enough of an explanation.

[newroutines]

The face Mike pulled suggested it was.

"Ohh. Oh, got it. Terrible, right?"

[robinonadderall]

"We sang 'Baby, It's Cold Outside', so yes," he said. "It was terrible."

[newroutines]

Mike was so sorry for laughing. Except he wasn't really that sorry.

He was mean.

"Oh, no one should sing that song."

[robinonadderall]

"Shut up," Stiles grumbled, pulling up more blankets around him. "At least I was doing the guy parts."

[newroutines]

"Yeah, man, I'm not sure that helps," Mike replied, although he was mostly teasing. "It's still a shitty song."

[robinonadderall]

"I hope you slip and fall on your face." So there.

[newroutines]

Mike snorted.

"Okay, plague bearer."