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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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"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 looked pretty amused by that, once he'd figured it out.
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Oh, werewolves when not in constant peril.
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A beat.
"Don't let Stiles near them."
Just in case.
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And Mike was generally a responsible dude. Just not necessarily in this area. Because he'd given half a bottle cap of liquid G to Adam because he wasn't old enough to drink yet. So not a full cap!
His drug judgment wasn't the greatest.
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Would you tell him, Derek?
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"I'm not giving him drugs." That would make things even creepier. Hard to image, yes.
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"Last thing he need is Stiles high." Picture, Mike. Picture it.
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Now picture Derek on drugs.