More Pirates Less Creepy Mansion, Thursday Night

[justlurkinghere]

Derek had on an eyepatch. It wasn't willingly, but he was just leaving it where it was. Because the last ten that he ripped off just reappeared on him a few seconds later.

Fandom was a special place for the full moon.

He huffed, glaring at the basement of the place. Anyone coming would know to come down here, so no point in waiting upstairs.

Plus side? Puppy Joe had a jaunty pirate hat that he was chewing on. Awww, that looked gross.

[For the wolfy folks, NFB for werewolf bits. Not dirty]

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[nomoresportscars]

"I think this one's crazy."

That would be just his luck.

Also note how the parrot didn't have anything to say to correct that.

[justlurkinghere]

"We'll see how it does with Jack around then." Not well was a guess!

[nomoresportscars]

Yeah, Jackson was usually not on the side letting Jack tear into things, but...

"Maybe he'll eat it."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek just gave him a Look for that. "Focus on yourself."

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson was impervious to your little Looks, Derek. Impervious.

"I am focused on myself."

Well, he would be.

[justlurkinghere]

"And--" Ugh, why did he have to do this. "--Lydia."

[nomoresportscars]

Well, way to actually stop Jackson from glaring for a second.

He looked at Derek like he wasn't sure he'd heard correctly. Or like he was sure he hadn't heard correctly. "... What did you say?"

[justlurkinghere]

"It's easier to focus on something that helps you retain your humanity," Derek replied with a huff. "A person or emotion. Stiles suggested Lydia."

Which, in retrospect, could have just been a joke because such was Derek's life.

[nomoresportscars]

It hadn't been a joke.

An expression passed over Jackson's face. Something a little more open. It was there for about a second, though, before he reined his face back to his general facade of disinterest. All his Lydia feelings were private.

"I'll keep that in mind."