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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[bitten_notshy]

"Yes, you ass," Jack said. "Remind me not to do that again."

[justlurkinghere]

"But you seemed so happy with it." Aren't you glad Derek was comfortable enough with you to joke around?

[bitten_notshy]

So, so glad. Really. Jack's heart was about to explode from gladness.

"That was when I thought you'd drink it."

[justlurkinghere]

"Middle child." HE KNEW THOSE TRICKS.

[bitten_notshy]

"And this is why being adopted is bad," Jack sighed. "Not nearly enough sibling torment."

[justlurkinghere]

"Builds character." It did no such thing.

[bitten_notshy]

"Why do pleasant things never build character?" Jack wondered aloud.

[justlurkinghere]

"To make people feel better about shitty lives," Derek replied dryly. Because it was true.