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justlurkinghere) wrote2013-10-17 09:23 am
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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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He kicked off his shoes before crawling up on the bed (he had some manners, thanks) and cuddled Puppy Joe to his chest. "I missed you."
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Derek was a dick, you see. One whose shoulders were relaxing slightly at the sound of Stiles and his spoiled dog bonding. See? He totally knew the dog was helping out with making Stiles feel better.
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Thinking Derek was right was probably his first hint that something was wrong.
Soon Puppy Joe was curled up against his chest and Stiles was pretty close to nodding off himself. That was until a noise coming from the bathroom made him jerk his head up in that direction.
At first he wrote the noise off as a draft, but just as he was about to relax against the pillows again he could hear another noise from inside the bathroom that sounded like someone was moving around in there.
With a frown he gently set Puppy Joe aside and got up to investigate.
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He stood in front of the closed door for a few moments, listening to the clacking of heels on tile from inside the bathroom. Derek was downstairs and Mike had a bathroom of his own...Stiles liked to think Derek would have said something if he had a lady friend over. He tapped lightly on the door, just in case, but somehow wasn't surprised when there was no answer.
Stiles frowned. He was filled with this overwhelming feeling that the door should stay closed, but not investigating went against everything he was as a Stilinski. So he took in a steadying breath and pushed open the door slowly...
...only to find an empty bathroom. Stiles rolled his eyes at himself and his dramatics, immediately moving to push open the shower curtain in a fit of "you're an idiot, Stilinski, just get this over with". Nothing there too.
Shoulders slumping as the fear of danger passed, Stiles shook his head at himself. Derek had probably turned on the TV or something and the sound filtered up.
Turning to go back to the bedroom, Stiles found himself face to face with Jennifer Blake. Her throat was still bleeding from where Deucalion ripped it out, but she was smiling at Stiles.
"Should have kept the door closed, Stiles," she said, shoving at Stiles' shoulders.
Stiles screamed and fell down to the floor, landing hard on his shoulder.
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Or Derek being creepy at people. Neither of which were happening as far as he knew.
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He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to calm himself down. Christ, he must have fallen asleep and started sleepwalking or something.
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"Grab the dog. I'm ordering pizza."
Well, take your hand off him first, Derek.
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He was a great pal like that.
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Stiles muttered a thanks, and then slumped over the sink as soon as Derek was out of sight. It was just a dream, it had to have been. It wouldn't be surprising if the nemeton upgraded to sleepwalking.
He splashed some water on his face before leaving the bathroom to grab Puppy Joe and head back downstairs. At least Puppy Joe was having a great afternoon, being carried everywhere once again.
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And thinking you're going crazy.
"I got the veggie pizza." Ugh, Stiles. The shit he did to make you feel better.
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