Forever Nameless House | Tuesday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

How was it that Stiles' summer internship was more tiring than the classes? Unpaid hard labor, that's what this was. Unpaid hard labor that was required for him to get a good job out of college. Almost immediately after getting home from the police station he was working at Stiles went upstairs and flopped into bed. And immediately got a Puppy Joe sitting on his head.

Life was hard.

[For that guy that lives there and anybody else]

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[robinonadderall]

"I've got to keep you living the life you're accustomed to," Stiles said. "Don't want you leaving me for another man."

[justlurkinghere]

"I can't help my golddigging ways," Derek replied, curling an arm around Stiles' waist. "How were things other than the paper cuts?"

[robinonadderall]

"Boring for the most part," he said. "Bunch of paper work."

[justlurkinghere]

"So... work?"

[robinonadderall]

"Yup," he said, wrapping his arms around Derek. "What did you do all day?"

[justlurkinghere]

"I cleaned and gardened." His life was nice and calm. This should be concerning.

"No papercuts for me."

[robinonadderall]

"Living the easy life," Stiles said, sighing. "Lucky you."

[justlurkinghere]

"You think I should get a job?" Derek asked, shifting so he could be creepy and sniff at Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

"Professional gardener?" he joked.

[justlurkinghere]

"I could." He would be fired in a week. But not for lack of trying.

[robinonadderall]

"Maybe we should wait and see if you actually manage to grow anything in our garden," he teased.

[justlurkinghere]

"Things are growing." Like three of them were. "We'll have a lot of zucchini."

[robinonadderall]

"Do you know how to cook zucchini?" he asked.

[justlurkinghere]

"I think you can make bread with it?" So no. Not really.

[robinonadderall]

"...sounds kind of gross." Vegetable bread usually did.

[justlurkinghere]

"Maybe if there's chocolate with it." Look at them adulting. Just look. "I'll just give them to the farmer's market."

Who would throw them out because they were sad zucchini.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles grinned. "Aww are you gonna sell your wares at the farmer's market?"

[justlurkinghere]

"I could do that." Sure. Derek could be social enough to sell things. That was likely. "People sell stupid things there."

[robinonadderall]

"How much time have you spent at the farmer's market?" Stiles asked. "Is that what you do when I'm at work?"

[justlurkinghere]

"No." Completely was. "Sometimes. Do you think I sit by the door and wait for you to get back?"

Yes, be defensive. That'll help.

[robinonadderall]

"Of course not," he said, rubbing Derek's shoulders. "You're just not the most social person."

[justlurkinghere]

That he couldn't argue. So he just huffed and moved his head to a more comfortable position. "You'll have to come sometime. There's a booth that sells dog clothes."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles chuckled. "I'm sure Puppy Joe would love to be dressed up."

He'd tear the outfit to shreds, let's be real.

[justlurkinghere]

And then prance away to start on any clothing on the floor out of vengeance.

"Maybe a little police hat."

[robinonadderall]

"Don't think he'd try to kill us in our sleep if we did that?"