Remember When It Was Abandoned And Creepy Mansion, Saturday Afternoon

[justlurkinghere]

Derek was still maintaining his mature response to Stiles of avoidance and surly looks. Because that would totally make things better before college started. Honestly.

He was in the kitchen, aggressively mixing things to bake. Though eating raw cookie dough was more likely to happen in this mood.

Because cookie dough.

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[robinonadderall]

They really probably should have had the foresight to realize how incredibly stupid it was to pretty much live together so early in a relationship. It made flouncing so much harder when they got into stupid fights. Maybe things would loosen up a little when Stiles went to college.

Still, Stiles would rather not spend his last three weeks here avoiding Derek completely so he made his way to the kitchen to stand there awkwardly. He was prepared to either fight again or have make up sex. Or both. He was prepared for whatever would happen.

Or at least he thought he was prepared.

[justlurkinghere]

Excuse you, they were perfectly capable of more avoidance. It was a skill.

Derek looked over at the awkward standing, slightly slowing the whole angry baking thing down.

[robinonadderall]

"What are you making?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Cookies." They couldn't possibly argue about cookies, right?

[robinonadderall]

They could probably figure out a way.

"Oh." Yeah, it was sort of obvious now that Stiles was actually looking at something other than Derek. "You bake a lot when you're pissed, did you know that?"

[justlurkinghere]

"No I don't." He totally did. He was a stress baker.

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah, you do."

[justlurkinghere]

Shut up, past series of events that proved Stiles correct.

"I wanted cookies."

[robinonadderall]

"You might want to stop eating the dough then," he pointed out.

[justlurkinghere]

HE'D DO WHAT HE WANTED.

"There's enough."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles shrugged. It's not like he really cared how much cookie dough Derek ate.

"Did you want to talk?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek's eyebrows went up at that. He leaned back, disbelief in the entirety of his body language. "Do you?"

[robinonadderall]

"I don't want to spend the next twenty days fighting." Yep. That's how long they had left.

[newroutines]

"The fuck did that dough ever do to you?" Mike wondered as he wondered into the kitchen.

He wasn't sure he wanted to know. But he wanted some juice, so.

[justlurkinghere]

So yeah.

"Does it matter?"

[newroutines]

"Nope," Mike decided, heading for the fridge. Even held up both his hands. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it's none of my business."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek shrugged one shoulder, deeming the dough mixed enough to eat some of. Still aggressively.

It was a talent.

[newroutines]

Such skill.

Mike shook his head and went to pour himself a glass of orange juice.

[justlurkinghere]

It really was.

"What?"

[newroutines]

"Nothing," Mike said, over his glass of juice. "Just afraid you're going to, I don't know, break something. Either in your body or in my kitchen."

[justlurkinghere]

"Why would I break the kitchen?" He liked the kitchen. He was going to keep this kitchen, damn it.

[newroutines]

"Because you're pissed off."

He was aware that people could tell, right? Mike was pretty sure he should have been.

[justlurkinghere]

"And what? I can't control myself when I'm angry?" Derek snapped.

[newroutines]

Mike held up his free hand in a placating gesture.

"I'm just sayin', man. You're pissed. Snapping at me is not the greatest way to suggest you're not, if that's what you were going for."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek just shot him a look that implied it really was not what he'd been going for at all. It was all in the eyebrows. Those serial killer eyebrows.