Could Be Creepier Mansion, Thursday Afternoon

[justlurkinghere]

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.]]

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[robinonadderall]

"Of course I did. I always do," he said, after he followed Derek's voice to the kitchen. He looked pretty tired for someone who had just been on vacation, but other than that he was in one piece. "Aw, Betty Crocker wolf."

[justlurkinghere]

"I can kick you out," Derek muttered, watching him for a moment as he dumped the flour in a bowl. "Why is your bag here?"

He wasn't doing your laundry, Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

"I came straight here from the portal." Do his laundry, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

He wasn't doing your laundry. He was... okay, he was going to. Because you look tired and it was annoying.

"You did?"

HEARTBURN. OH GOD.

[robinonadderall]

"Why wouldn't I?" he asked. "There's nobody in the dorms, it's creepy."

"And I missed the dog." And you, Derek. He missed you too.

[justlurkinghere]

"The dog learned to walk on its own."

The dog was actually sulking in Derek's bed because he wasn't being carried around enough.

[robinonadderall]

"I guess I'll have to break him out of that habit," Stiles joked, moving further into the kitchen so he could hover around Derek and be annoying. "Making special brownies?"

[justlurkinghere]

"That's the plan," Derek ground out. He even espresso out to improve the flavor. He was fancy in his drug use. "You still don't get any."

[robinonadderall]

"Dude, I don't want any," Stiles said. "My dad would let alcohol slide but if he ever found out I did drugs he'd kill me. Well, he'd kill you and then send me to like a Catholic boarding school or something."

[justlurkinghere]

"Thanks." For letting him die in this hypothetical.

[robinonadderall]

"It wouldn't be good for anybody," he said with a shrug. "My dad's been talking to Chris Argent so I know he knows how to kill a werewolf now."

[justlurkinghere]

And there went Derek's thoughts that the sheriff wasn't going to kill him for this whole thing happening here. "Right."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles took note of the look on Derek's face before rolling his eyes. "He wouldn't actually kill you for that. He's not an asshole."

[justlurkinghere]

You don't know that! He hadn't thought Kate was a psychopath either!

Derek went with a tried and true glare before dropping the butter into a sauce pan to melt.

[robinonadderall]

That just earned Derek another eye roll. The Sheriff was the best, okay? He would hear nothing that said otherwise.

"So I was catching up on radio while I was waiting for my portal this morning and I heard something weird."

[justlurkinghere]

"Weird how?"

[robinonadderall]

"You wearing a stud muffin shirt weird." So, yeah, that was pretty weird.

[justlurkinghere]

"It was a slow week. Radio must have been making things up."

Liiiiiiiiues.

[robinonadderall]

"You do know I can go to the bar and confirm this story with Tiny and the DJ, right?" Stiles asked. "It's weird, 'cause I have a stud muffin shirt that I could have sworn I left around here somewhere."

[justlurkinghere]

You're awful!

"I just grabbed a shirt. It wasn't a conscious choice."

[robinonadderall]

"Suuuuuure," Stiles drawled. "It's okay if you wanted to advertise the fact you're a stud muffin. No shame in that."

[justlurkinghere]

"I don't need to advertise." With those guns of his.

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah, okay, stud muffin," he said. "I can't believe you wore one of my shirts."

[justlurkinghere]

"You're wearing one of mine right now." This was all just levels of wrong.

[robinonadderall]

"I actually fit in your shirts," Stiles said. "I remember from the whole Miguel experience that you don't really fit in mine."