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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[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."

[justlurkinghere]

"It fit in the shoulders." You know, it was just tight in the chest.

Derek took a moment to think about how not okay that was.