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justlurkinghere) wrote2014-04-19 02:46 pm
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More Full of Embarrassment Than Creepy Mansion, Saturday Afternoon
Derek had listened to radio this morning. Which meant Derek was hiding in his house to avoid the vast amount of judgement out there. Well, okay, mostly because he had The Issues. But everyone knew that.
And that would be why he was glaring at the kitchen to figure out what the hell he needed to angrily stress bake until this all blew over.
Spoiler: it involved eating chocolate chip cookie dough. He lived on the edge.
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And that would be why he was glaring at the kitchen to figure out what the hell he needed to angrily stress bake until this all blew over.
Spoiler: it involved eating chocolate chip cookie dough. He lived on the edge.
[[Open!]]
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Oh god, he was asking this.
"...Lydia?"
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UGH.
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Why couldn't there be an evil fox demon now?
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"Right now?"
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He was never having eclipse fun again after this, you know. Never ever ever. It was banned.
Derek sighed, putting down his spoon to at least vaguely look like a serious, imposing person as they discussed this. "If you don't want to do any of that, we don't even have to have the conversation."
Yes, yes. Keep looking for that out.
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