Semi-Creepy Mansion | Monday Morning

[robinonadderall]

The pizza had been eaten, there might have been a child or two traumatized by Stiles' choice in movies but at least there hadn't been any injuries despite the fact it was a bunch of children inside the creeper mansion. All in all it was a pretty successful sleepover for one that Stiles was half-responsible for.

Sadly now there was a bunch of adults and one teenager to deal with a morning after. Surely this won't be awkward. Or painful. Derek was involved so it might end up being painful.

[For those that slept over! And anyone else around too as well]

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[bitten_notshy]

Jack woke up cold and cramped. His small self was much more comfortable sleeping in a corner than Jack was these days.

He sat up, touched a sore spot on his ankle, and contemplated whether he was obliged to stay for breakfast or whether he could just sneak out.

[justlurkinghere]

Hey, the escape route was wide open. And there was a ticked off werewolf probably making it seem more and more appealing. Good morning, Jack. Sleep well? Derek did not.

[bitten_notshy]

"You were fine," Jack muttered toward Derek. "Calm down."

He was not in a mood to focus on being polite.

[justlurkinghere]

That got an eye roll and a sigh. Because Derek was made of maturity. Can't you see it?

[bitten_notshy]

Jack rolled his eyes back at Derek and went to talk to somebody else. He understood it, but he wasn't about to try to chat up a senior werewolf in a bad mood.

[robinonadderall]

"Hi, Jack," Stiles said, giving him a sleepy wave. So much for sneaking out.

[bitten_notshy]

"Good morning," Jack returned, and brought a hand up to try to smooth down his hair. He hated mornings like this, he truly did. "I'm sure that was your favorite Sunday night ever."

[robinonadderall]

"You guys didn't convince me to stick anything weird in the microwave so it's not the worst babysitting job I've had," Stiles said, smiling a little. "But this is one of the more awkward morning afters for a sleepover I've been involved with."

[bitten_notshy]

"Doesn't quite beat waking up next to my best friend, whom I'd been having a doomed shipboard romance with for a weekend," Jack decided, after a moment's thought. "But my back didn't hurt as much after that one."

[robinonadderall]

"Sorry," Stiles said. "I probably should have made sure you were more comfortable. I fail at babysitting."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack shook his head. He'd fallen asleep wrapped in a blanket that was all his. At five, he probably thought that was luxury. "I thought I was comfortable when I went to sleep. I'm just ... stiffer, now."

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah kids have a weird view of what's comfortable." Stiles had never actually shook that part of being a kid, which explained how he could sleep anywhere. "You were a cute little kid though."

[bitten_notshy]

"Thanks," Jack said wryly -- he hadn't felt cute, but he supposed cute was hard to see from the inside. "I'm sure you were too, even if I didn't get to see it."

[robinonadderall]

"I actually had hair back then," Stiles said, running his hand through the buzz cut he sported now. "And I was covered in band-aids and/or a cast most of the time. I guess that's sort of cute?"

[bitten_notshy]

"It shows an adventurous spirit?" Jack offered thoughtfully. "And pain is good for you. I'm sure people have told me that."

[robinonadderall]

"Oh no, pain is never good. Pain is pain," he said. "Should be avoided whenever possible."

[bitten_notshy]

"... and I can't argue with that theory either," Jack said. "If you can't avoid it, at least learn something from it? Does that work?"

[robinonadderall]

"That works better," he said. "I like to think there's a purpose to my clumsiness."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack nodded. There was something he meant to tell Stiles, what was it?

"Oh, I finished with the archaic Latin you gave me," he remembered. "I have the whole thing back at home. Mostly it's talking about kanima society."

[robinonadderall]

"What, seriously?" That caught Stiles' geeky attention. "I know it's a longshot, but did it have super convenient detailed instructions on how to kill it?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Not in the book we have," Jack said apologetically. "I don't remember the exact words, but the gist was it's a social animal that can be used as a weapon of vengeance to kill murderers. Social in a different way from wolves, though. It wants a master, not companions."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles shook his head. "That doesn't make sense, it trapped me and Derek in a pool, we haven't murdered anybody....well...nobody that didn't have it coming."

[bitten_notshy]

"Maybe it doesn't care whether anybody had it coming," Jack speculated. "Or maybe it wasn't trying to kill you. You said it bit; you never mentioned drowning. Or it will kill non-murderers if the master wants."

"Or I could have read it wrong, or the book could be worthless," he concluded. "But I hope not."

[robinonadderall]

"That book was pretty well guarded, it can't be completely worthless," Stiles said, shaking his head. "I guess it comes down to either finding whoever the kanima is when not shifted or finding its master. Not that I have the first clue how to do that."

[bitten_notshy]

"Any luck tracking it by scent?" Jack asked, because he knew it would be the first thing any lycanthrope in the world would try.