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justlurkinghere) wrote2013-11-16 12:25 pm
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Kid Friendly Mansion of Moderate Creep Levels, Saturday Morning
The house Derek woke up this time wasn't as dilapidated or creepy as the last one. Which was a definite plus.
And there was still the puff ball dog! Another plus.
The biggest plus, however? Fully stocked fridge.
So, with the puff ball dog tucked carefully into one of the flannel shirts he'd found upstairs, Derek was digging through the stuff to make himself a sandwich. Sorry about stealing all the lunch meat, Mike.
[[Open, of course!]]
And there was still the puff ball dog! Another plus.
The biggest plus, however? Fully stocked fridge.
So, with the puff ball dog tucked carefully into one of the flannel shirts he'd found upstairs, Derek was digging through the stuff to make himself a sandwich. Sorry about stealing all the lunch meat, Mike.
[[Open, of course!]]
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"You can have some of the sandwich if you want."
Yeah, try to figure out how to eat it.
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The red hoodie that had been held hostage for months now.
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UGH.
"It was in the closet," he said with a sigh.
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"In the back," Derek replied like Stiles was just being dumb now. "Under a smelly box."
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Derek sighed, giving his mostly demolished 'sandwich' a look before shoving some more into his mouth. Only then did he grab hold of Stiles' wrist to drag him along behind him upstairs.
How did you survive without his help, Stiles? How?
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The box dubbed smelly was shoved out as well to get it out of the way as he pulled the hoodie out.
And maybe sniff at it a little. "It smells like it belongs to me."
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He was resolutely ignoring the box. He just wanted to see if it existed and it did so he was going to leave it at that. Opening it would be an invasion of privacy and he could respect that. Goddammit.
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That right there.
He fiddled with the latch, frowning in extreme concentration as he grew a claw to force it open. "What are they?"
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"What's what," Stiles said, shoulder checking Derek so he could get a better look at the box. And immediately he wish he didn't. "Ohhhhhhhhhh my fucking god."
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Oh god Derek owned sex toys. More than one. He didn't even know what to do with this information! This was terrible and kind of hot but also terrible because he couldn't think about how hot that was right now!
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But he shut the box and shoved it at Stiles' chest like he could fix this.
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