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Could Be Creepier Mansion, Thursday Afternoon
Tomorrow was the lunar eclipse and Derek had plans on how to get through it. Plans that did not involve incomprehensible plots or getting beat up by a crazy Druid because 'that was his special ability', thanks.
Plans that meant he was getting ready to bake. It involved a lot of glaring at the ingredients before he started out with the measuring.
[[Open! Specific brownie type NFB. Warnings for cannabis! That's right, I'm calling it that.]]
Plans that meant he was getting ready to bake. It involved a lot of glaring at the ingredients before he started out with the measuring.
[[Open! Specific brownie type NFB. Warnings for cannabis! That's right, I'm calling it that.]]
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Hey, the nemeton nightmares amped up to eleven after being in Beacon Hills again, he had every right to con somebody into doing his laundry.
"Hey, I'm home!" Stiles said when he walked into the house. "Derek?"
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He wasn't doing your laundry, Stiles.
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"You did?"
HEARTBURN. OH GOD.
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"And I missed the dog." And you, Derek. He missed you too.
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The dog was actually sulking in Derek's bed because he wasn't being carried around enough.
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"We're baking?"
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"And what are you baking?"
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The eclipse thing was new, though.
"And... that calls for brownies?"
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Being a born werewolf and all.
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"Still not seeing a connection."
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He smiled anyhow as he got to the door, brandishing a bottle of something poison green. "I come bearing sour apple Pucker," he said. "May I come in?"
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"I can smell it," he realized. "How much did you buy?"
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And he made sure to get the better sort.
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