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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[robinonadderall]

Stiles snorted and then-- "Hey, wait, I am not a Mrs. Anything."

He was a Mr. Cake, thank you!

[locointhecoco]

"No, no," Pinkie said. "You don't look anything like an armadillo."

[robinonadderall]

"Oh thanks," Stiles said, shaking his head. It was a good thing Derek would wake her up with a pillow because Stiles thought she was too adorable to do it himself.

[locointhecoco]

"The butler did it," Pinkie told him very sleepily seriously. And then she started to regail him with a surprisingly-coherent-for-sleep-talking tale of how the butler was really an old timey movie villain complete with twirly mustache who liked to tie marzipan armadillos to train tracks.

Also, the butler was a gryphon, but she apparently didn't feel the need to explain that bit. Suffice to say, he had claws and sometimes left blue feathers lying around.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles watched in awe, and suddenly felt bad for everyone else that stayed over last night because he and Pinkie must have been talking all night.

Someone should do a social experiment to see if Stiles and Pinkie would talk to each other in their sleep.

[locointhecoco]

If they did, the conversation would be epic.

Having finished her story, Pinkie smacked her lips, rolled over, and proceeded to start snoring again.

She even managed to somehow find a feather to manage to blow up and down in the air as she did.