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]

"Stiles' dad is a sheriff and will arrest you." After shooting Derek.

[newroutines]

"Would he know?"

Would you tell him, Derek?

[justlurkinghere]

If asked, he might panic and confess, yes.

"I'm not giving him drugs." That would make things even creepier. Hard to image, yes.

[newroutines]

"Well, it's your choice," Mike replied, still a little bit amused. A little bit. "I'm not about to start dealing for him, don't worry."

[justlurkinghere]

You better not!

"Last thing he need is Stiles high." Picture, Mike. Picture it.

[newroutines]

"I'm having a hard time picturing that as anything but how Stiles is usually," Mike admitted.

[justlurkinghere]

"He was very touchie on the pain medication." Very, very touchie.

Now picture Derek on drugs.