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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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"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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"I like them." No, he was a carnivore.
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He wasn't an invalid. He was just...becoming slightly unhinged.
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