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Falling asleep in a pile of chips hadn't been as uncomfortable as Stiles would have initially thought. Though the whole werewolf comforter might have had something to do with it, along with the whole pack togetherness thing. Even if this wasn't technically Stiles' pack.

This morning, however, brought on the awkwardness that Stiles saw coming all weekend and he was now trying to figure out a way to slide out of the pillow fort to make coffee without anybody noticing. It involved moving very, very slowly out from underneath his much bigger werewolf comforter and trying not to breathe too loudly.

[For anybody in the house, of course]

Taking extra classes was kind of a pain in the ass after getting used to the whole relaxed Fandom approach to teaching and homework. But he owed it to his father to get into a good college and get as many scholarships as he could because being a sheriff of a town full of supernatural fuckery didn't make as much money as you would think. So he was laying in bed with his chemistry book propped against his pillows and was doing his very best to not get distracted by his laptop or his phone. Once he got on one of those productivity for the day would be lost.

It was actually going pretty well until Puppy Joe decided he wanted to flop down right on Stiles' text book. "Dude, not cool."

Puppy Joe just rolled over onto his back adorably. Maybe he was happy his daddies were sort of talking again.

[Door and post are open, sure]