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robinonadderall) wrote2012-08-31 05:56 pm
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The Preserve | Friday Night
Right, so, Stiles' quest to learn the layout of the island also included going out at night to figure out where everything is. The woods in the day and the woods in the night were two completely different things and he had gotten lost in the Beacon Hills woods enough to know that. He really hadn't meant to be out this late, but between going to the bar and just being distracted he had lost track of time. At least he had come prepared with a flashlight, not that it was really needed with the moonlight illuminating the forest.
Wait. Stiles frowned and looked up at the sky. That better not be a full moon.
[For the Sourwolf and NFB!]
Wait. Stiles frowned and looked up at the sky. That better not be a full moon.
[For the Sourwolf and NFB!]
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"Dude, what is up with your hair?"
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"Stiles," he ground out.
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Except for how it was. But that didn't matter to Derek. Not at all.
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Seriously, folks. Glitter is an STD. It never goes away.
Top ten things you'd never expect to hear from Derek Hale: "Goddamn Pinkie Pie."
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One day he'd learn to keep his mouth shut. One day.
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"Dorms. Now."
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Well, he wouldn't know, really. But he knew what kind of a creeper Derek was and wanted Derek to know he was aware of that.
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Derek rolled his eyes, taking off for the other end of the island to make certain Jack hadn't tried to escape again. He'd get his answers about this friend of Stiles' later.