Denny's - Mainland, Sunday Morning

[justlurkinghere]

Upon going to drag Stiles out for his morning violent flail run this morning, it became abundantly clear that something more was needed. Because Beacon Hills was an evil place and damn it, he'd warned the kid about going back there.

Therefore, it was time for a Denny's trip. Where one could repress their trauma via a Grand Slam.

Hey, whatever worked for them. Right?

[For the guy modded. Maybe in a tutu. I use my powers for evil]

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[robinonadderall]

"What? Of course it counted," he said. "I disapprove of all hurting whether you heal from it or not, dumbass."

He had such a way with words.

[justlurkinghere]

Stiles. You can't say things like that when there was repression happening. It messed everything up.

And Derek gave you those puppy eyes of hopeful wonder. God, those were annoying. Just look at it!

[robinonadderall]

Stiles had the sense of a brick when it came to this sort of stuff so to him it kind of looked like Derek was about to throw up. "Don't do it near my food."

[justlurkinghere]

WELL, THANK GOD FOR THAT.

"What?" Thank you for that.

[robinonadderall]

"You looked weird for a second I thought you were gonna puke," he said. "You okay?"

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm not going to puke on your food," Derek snapped, latching onto that to avoid ~emotions~.

[robinonadderall]

"Well thank god for that," he said. "We'd never be able to come back to this Denny's again."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek glanced around. "It's Denny's. I'm sure someone has done worse."

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah but what if you barfed up that black stuff?" he said. "The government would think you're an alien and take you hostage."

[justlurkinghere]

"Did you poison me with wolfsbane?"

[robinonadderall]

"The waitress might have." You clearly made her uncomfortable, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

He made a lot of people uncomfortable. It was his thing.

"In that case, yeah. I'll throw up on your food."

[robinonadderall]

"You're a terrible brunch date." Clearly a lie.

[justlurkinghere]

"Thank god I'm not trying to be a good one," Derek replied, reaching over to take some of the hashbrowns on Stiles' plate.

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah, sure, you can have some, thanks for asking," he said. "But only because you're paying for it."

[justlurkinghere]

Damn right he was! Like a good sugar daddy.

"You were picking at it."

[robinonadderall]

"I could have taken it home as leftovers," he said. "The hashbrowns. The eggs would be gross leftover."

[justlurkinghere]

"It was there and I was still hungry." Because werewolf. Pretty sure they were always hungry.

[robinonadderall]

"When aren't you hungry?" he asked. "You're lucky you're insane and actually like working out otherwise no way you'd have that body."

And...he was just going to stop mentioning or thinking about Derek's body now.

[justlurkinghere]

Wait until he wore his new pants, Stiles. Just you wait.

"It's called exercise." And cheat days. "Try it sometime."

[robinonadderall]

He would hate the new pants. Hate them.

"You know I exercise," Stiles said, rolling his eyes. "You're the one that wakes me up at dawn on Sundays to do it."

Terrible phrasing right there.

[justlurkinghere]

Indeed it was. Derek was just going to let his expression go blank for a moment before moving on.

"If it helps you run away from something dangerous, you'll stop whining." No he wouldn't.

[robinonadderall]

"Oh yeah, sure it will." He would never like exercising, never. "I'll make you a card as thanks for pushing me too."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek snorted at that. "Be still my heart."