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]

Comments

[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."