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Derek was still laying on the couch, on his stomach thank you, watching bad television this morning. His back was almost at 100%, but for now he was going to enjoy the wonder of having a place to recuperate that wasn't abandoned or looking like someone might build a meth lab there any moment now.
It was almost novel!
Now he just had to avoid Stiles until he could move normally again.
[[Open, of course!]]
It was almost novel!
Now he just had to avoid Stiles until he could move normally again.
[[Open, of course!]]
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Date: 2013-07-20 09:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-20 09:32 pm (UTC)"No olives."
There, you've learned something about him no one else knew.
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Date: 2013-07-20 09:42 pm (UTC)He pulled out his phone and started tapping open his browser so he could order online. "No olives, I see. I'm not much for pineapple. 'Caused many fights between me and Scott."
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Date: 2013-07-20 09:45 pm (UTC)"Pineapple is worth fighting over?"
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Date: 2013-07-20 09:57 pm (UTC)Derek held up a hand like he wasn't doubting how serious pizza was in the long term. "Fruit doesn't belong on pizza."
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Date: 2013-07-20 10:05 pm (UTC)Stiles figured Derek would like that. Consider it his part in trying to make up for the fighting over the last two days.
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Date: 2013-07-20 10:12 pm (UTC)So.
The corner of Derek's mouth turned up in a grin before he got that back under control. "I have no clue how you and Scott survived as long as you have."
Because so far he's only seen 'ohmygodAllisonlookedatme' Scott.
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Date: 2013-07-20 11:12 pm (UTC)And as long at is wasn't his back, they were all good.
"You're okay?" he asked after a nice, long go at silence. Because he hadn't forgotten that borderline panic attack. Okay, he had, but he remembered it now.
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Date: 2013-07-20 11:36 pm (UTC)"Yeah. No other choice but to keep going."
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Date: 2013-07-20 11:52 pm (UTC)Ms. Blake was also going on there at some point. For reasons.
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