Still Confusingly Gendered Mansion | Early Saturday Evening

[robinonadderall]

Saturdays were meant for sleeping if you happened to be nightmare-free so it had taken Stiles an embarrassingly long time to realize he had boobs again. The sun might have been setting by the time he figured it out. Clothes were once again an issue; any pants he owned kept falling off no matter how tight he tried to belt them. Luckily he knew somebody who wore pants waaaaaaaay tighter than him!

Being banned from Derek's bed didn't necessarily mean the whole room, right? 'Cause Stiles was in there rifling through his drawers.

[For those that live there!]

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[justlurkinghere]

"...pizza?" Stiles, you did not look bad in those.

[robinonadderall]

Was he supposed to look bad?

"No pig products of any kind on it."

[justlurkinghere]

Maybe. Yes?

"I have breasts. I'm allowed pork products this weekend."

[robinonadderall]

"So dramatic," Stiles said, rolling his eyes. "It's not that bad."

[justlurkinghere]

"Well, I'm not having a salad." Because they were awful. He sat down on the couch, letting the dog jump onto his lap.

It was possible Puppy Joe was actually Puppy Jane this weekend too.

[robinonadderall]

"You can have pepperoni, you big baby." But no sausage or bacon!

[justlurkinghere]

So, so rude.

"Worried it'll go to my hips?"

[robinonadderall]

"Oh yeah that's totally what I worry about." Not, you know, Derek dying in a way that was practically an impossibility for werewolves and leaving Stiles alone forever. 'Cause that would be crazy.

[justlurkinghere]

Wolfsbane is the real concern here, Stiles. Wolfbane.

"You can sit down."

[robinonadderall]

"Well since you gave me permission and everything." He sat down on the arm chair. Sitting on the same piece of furniture was a luxury that was now gone for them.

[justlurkinghere]

Pretty much, yes. Because they had their own special relationship.

"I try."

[robinonadderall]

"We look different this year."

[justlurkinghere]

"You look... good." Yeah, that was a platonic, friendly thing to say.

[robinonadderall]

"You think?" Stiles said, looking down at himself. "I always think I look like the non-threatening lead of a young adult series."

[justlurkinghere]

"I look like my mom," Derek said carefully. Because have some of his messed up past to feel better about your non-sparkly vampire looks.

[robinonadderall]

"That's not a bad thing." Derek's mom had sounded like a badass.

[justlurkinghere]

"Do you look like yours?"

DEEP CONVERSATION WHILE BEING LADIES.

[robinonadderall]

"Not really," he said. "But I don't really look like her in the first place."

Or at least he didn't feel like he did. His dad might say differently.

[justlurkinghere]

"You look like your dad when you're normal." If that helped.

[robinonadderall]

"Except for the eyes," Stiles said, but nodded in agreement. "Your mom was the alpha, right?"

Look, he could have easily gotten that information from Deaton, thank you.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek cleared his throat, looking down at the dog instead. "You already know about her, don't you?"

[robinonadderall]

Stiles shrugged. "I know her name, and that she was the alpha. And that she could turn into an actual wolf like Laura could."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek swallowed back an emotions on that matter, petting the dog rather than respond to it. Because shut up, that's why.

"What else would you want to know?"

[robinonadderall]

"I don't know," he said, shrugging again. "She's your mom, why wouldn't I want to know about her?"

[justlurkinghere]

"She was my mom. She couldn't bake without setting off the smoke alarms and she hated spinach."

Because it was those stupid things that made her more important to him.