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Totes Not Creepy Mansion | Tuesday Afternoon
"What makes you think I want to come home any time soon?"
Because Stiles really didn't, no matter how much Scott wanted it to happen. Or needed it to happen in this case, because apparently trying to teach a girl who had spent her formative years as a coyote to be more human was difficult, who knew?
"I know," Scott said. "But this is important. Teaching her how to control her abilities I can do. Teaching her that it's not okay to kill small woodland animals and eating them raw? I'm having a tougher time with."
"Ew." Stiles wrinkled up his nose at the thought even though Scott couldn't see his disgust over the phone. "What makes you think she'd listen to me?"
"She trusts you for some reason, dude." Scott said. "I think that time at Eichen House together helped."
"Right, that whole day and a half we spent together," Stiles said, rolling his eyes. Though he did feel bad Malia was having difficulty with everything. It was their fault she was human again. "Look, okay, I'll figure something out. But I can't spend my whole summer making trips to Beacon Hills all the time. Shit's expensive."
And he was worried enough about his financial situation at the moment.
"I get it, do what you can," Scott said. "Malia will really appreciate it. Deep down."
Because, yeah, she probably wouldn't show that she was thankful.
"Sure she will," Stiles said. "I'll talk to you later, Scott."
[Open to the people that live there/visitors of course]
Because Stiles really didn't, no matter how much Scott wanted it to happen. Or needed it to happen in this case, because apparently trying to teach a girl who had spent her formative years as a coyote to be more human was difficult, who knew?
"I know," Scott said. "But this is important. Teaching her how to control her abilities I can do. Teaching her that it's not okay to kill small woodland animals and eating them raw? I'm having a tougher time with."
"Ew." Stiles wrinkled up his nose at the thought even though Scott couldn't see his disgust over the phone. "What makes you think she'd listen to me?"
"She trusts you for some reason, dude." Scott said. "I think that time at Eichen House together helped."
"Right, that whole day and a half we spent together," Stiles said, rolling his eyes. Though he did feel bad Malia was having difficulty with everything. It was their fault she was human again. "Look, okay, I'll figure something out. But I can't spend my whole summer making trips to Beacon Hills all the time. Shit's expensive."
And he was worried enough about his financial situation at the moment.
"I get it, do what you can," Scott said. "Malia will really appreciate it. Deep down."
Because, yeah, she probably wouldn't show that she was thankful.
"Sure she will," Stiles said. "I'll talk to you later, Scott."
[Open to the people that live there/visitors of course]
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"That doesn't mean I can just--is that how you think of our relationship?"
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Aww, he lost his momentum.
But he made up for it with a surly little frown and hand wave.
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He shuffled from foot to foot awkwardly at that, looking down. "Is this even normal?"
Since Derek's bar for relationships was... very, very low. Congrats on not killing Cora, Stiles. You passed that bar easily.
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We mean. It's not like he'll just lose all his money, have to become some kind of mercenary for hire, hunt down dangerous creatures while finding love with an amoral druid with a heart of gold who will change her ways for his puppy eyes.
That'd be silly.
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Stiles didn't really much care if it was healthy or not so long as he got to kiss Derek.
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At least the calls were still better than Derek stalking from a distance. Which would happen at college.
Sorry not sorry.
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Which would be a real downer. But what wasn't a downer was Derek hooking his hands under Stiles' thighs to pull him up.
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