Normal (Mostly) Mansion | Saturday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

Stiles had come back to town to get Puppy Joe snuggles and to take blatant advantage of the bigger TV. Netflix had put one of his favorite childhood cartoons into rotation and it needed to be viewed on the big screen. So he decided to spend (Derek's) money on an overnight trip to Fandom and was now hogging the couch reading one of Derek's wedding magazines while the cartoon played in the background. He was also slowly eating everything that Derek and Mike had put in the fridge.

It was like Christmas for Puppy Joe since Stiles was a messy eater so he got to eat everything that was dropped on the floor.

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[newroutines]

Mike was on his way to the kitchen, a big stack of papers under one arm. Getting ready to go to work, and also trying to pry himself away from figuring out his hopeful future self-employment.

He kind of groaned at the sight of the wedding magazine when he glanced over on his way past. Sorry, he was having that kind of week.

[robinonadderall]

"Did you make a turkey sandwich and leave it in the fridge?" Because if you did it was gone now.

[newroutines]

The resigned sigh was probably answer enough.

"Does everything you see have to go straight into your mouth?"

[robinonadderall]

"Do you really want me to answer that question?" It could possibly have a traumatizing answer.

[newroutines]

"... Well, not now I don't." Because he was smart, you see. Very smart. "But still, dude, try to make your own sandwiches."

[robinonadderall]

"I'll keep that in mind for the future." He would not, the little shit. "What's with the papers?"

[newroutines]

"Business stuff," Mike replied with a stuff. "There's a shit ton of paperwork involved in getting one started."

[robinonadderall]

"Sucks it's not as easy as putting a sign in front of a building and saying you're open for business," he said. "The paperwork will at least be worth it in the end, right?"

[newroutines]

"I hope so."

He was kind of done being disappointed in himself in that area of life. (Oh, darling.)

He rubbed the back of his head. "Kinda what's carrying me through this process, you know? There's like this whole jungle of paper, but at least at the end of it I should be running my own show."

Figuratively speaking.

[justlurkinghere]

"I'll replace what he ate." Stiles had problems, okay? Derek had accepted it.

[newroutines]

"That's great but could you make him not eat it all of it in the first place?"

He didn't even care about most of it. Just, not his sandwiches, man.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek stared at him. "Do you know how to make him not do something?"

[newroutines]

"No, but I'm not the one who's looking to marry him," Mike pointed out. "I thought you might have some more insight."

[justlurkinghere]

"Any insight I have to getting him to do things will end in more of a mess." And Mike going blind.

[newroutines]

Mike sighed heavily.

"Okay."

[justlurkinghere]

"At least he keeps the house from being too quiet?" Derek offered.

[justlurkinghere]

"That dog is going to get as round as he is tall."

Which would be adorable.

[robinonadderall]

"Guess you'll need to walk him later to work off the calories." While Stiles stayed inside with the air conditioning.

[justlurkinghere]

"Or you could," Derek suggested hopefully.

[robinonadderall]

"I'm busy learning about..." he looked again at the article he was reading. "Matching your chair covers to your napkins at the reception."

[justlurkinghere]

"If the shade is wrong it looks bad."

DEREK WOULD BE BRIDEZILLA.

[robinonadderall]

"Oh yeah, of course. That'd be terrible," he said, rolling his eyes. Derek was gonna be a psycho about this whole thing.

[justlurkinghere]

"You'd go in board shorts and a t-shirt if you had it your way, so your opinion doesn't count."

[robinonadderall]

"I'm not allowed to wear a t-shirt?" he asked.

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