It's Creepy If You Squint Mansion, Thursday afternoon

[justlurkinghere]

So, it was Thanksgiving and Derek--shockingly--was not in a social mood. Because he was an outgoing social butterfly on most days, you know.

That would be why he was eating Chinese food and watching whatever movie marathon he could find on TV. More accurately he was picking at the food and looking morose.

Family based holidays were no fun for him.

[[For that human shaped thing]]

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[robinonadderall]

Now who was getting touchy, Derek? "Do you think I can still go into a Thanksgiving turkey coma even if I don't have turkey?"

[justlurkinghere]

IT WAS CRUMBS.

Derek leaned back against the couch too, dragging a takeout box of fried rice with him. And hey, if that ended with his shoulder against Stiles', that was just some weird fluke. "If you eat enough, yeah."

[robinonadderall]

Oh way to give Stiles a stupid fluttery feeling in his stomach, Derek. "I don't think that's going to be a problem. Just keep me from falling asleep in like a pile of lo mein, okay?"

He'd probably just sleep on Derek instead.

[justlurkinghere]

Damn it, Stiles. Damn it.

"And there's that class again."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles just stuck his tongue out. More class!

[justlurkinghere]

And Derek responded by flicking a few pieces of rice at him. Maturely.

[robinonadderall]

"Ugh." Sure, that earned Derek a grossed out face, but after a moment Stiles decided it'd be a shame to waste rice. So he lifted up his shirt to lick off the bits of rice on there.

Yeah, nice going, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

Ugh, the legit worst, Stiles.

"You're disgusting." With your bare stomach and treasure trail.

[robinonadderall]

"You're the one that threw rice at me," Stiles said, putting his shirt down. He wasn't sure if that comment was directed towards the rice eating or the state of his body. "Deal with the consequences."

[justlurkinghere]

It was directed at everything. Everything.

"And that shirt is probably filthy."

[robinonadderall]

"It was washed!" he said. "Well it's your shirt so I assume it was washed."

[justlurkinghere]

"I don't know what you've done since then."

[robinonadderall]

"Nothing gross," he said defensively. "Besides it's my mouth; I'll put it wherever I want."

[justlurkinghere]

STILES. RETHINK THIS.

[robinonadderall]

"What?" He refused to take back his questionable statement!

[justlurkinghere]

"Seriously."

[robinonadderall]

"Yes, seriously," he said. "I'll lick all this Chinese food and claim it as my own, don't think I won't."

[justlurkinghere]

"No you won't."

Don't make this a challenge. Oh god.

[robinonadderall]

"What makes you think that I won't?" he asked.

[justlurkinghere]

"Because I won't let you." This was not going to end well.

[robinonadderall]

You brought this on yourself, Derek. "This" being Stiles practically diving for the Chinese food so he could attempt to claim all of it.

So, yeah, nice going.

[justlurkinghere]

"Damn it, Stiles!" Derek shoved his fried rice to the side, hooking an arm around Stiles chest to keep him from making a mess.

[robinonadderall]

"Don't dare me then!" Stiles struggled some in Derek's hold, reaching both arms out in an attempt to at least grab one of the cartons. It wasn't going well. "This is cheating. You're cheating right now."

[justlurkinghere]

"How is this cheating?" Derek snapped, wrapping both arms around him now that his food was safe. And then picked him up with ease. Sorry he wasn't sorry about his magic werewolf powers.

[robinonadderall]

"This whole thing is cheating!" he said, using one flaily hand to gesture at their current position. "I can't do this to you, so cheating."

And not at all an awkward position to be in! Really.