Remember When It Was Abandoned And Creepy Mansion, Saturday Afternoon

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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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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."

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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.

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"Okay," Mike told his eyebrows. Okay, him. But they were some expressive eyebrows. "I... think me and my orange juice are gonna go. Nice chat, though."

If it seemed like he was trying to run away from this situation, that was only because he was trying to run away from this situation.

Except without any actual running.

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"Whatever," Derek huffed, going back for his soothing cookie dough. He didn't need sorta-kinda friends when he had sugar!

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His kinda-sorta friends didn't always feel like trying to dig the source of his aggression out of him, either. Especially when they were kind of worried there might be bits of airborne cookie dough involved.

So, Mike just repeated his "Okay" before making his way out the door again. Maybe he'd try again once there were actual cookies.

Assuming all of the dough didn't get eaten.