Creepy Old Mansion on Phoenix Way, Sunday Morning

[justlurkinghere]

The morning after another full moon with extra werewolves in town was clearly the best time ever. And by 'best time ever' we mean 'Derek wanted to murder everyone involved'.

But that wasn't all that different from usual.

So. You know. Congrats on surviving the full moon and here's to hoping you survive the morning after?

[[Open, of course!]]

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[justlurkinghere]

Derek gritted his teeth, looking away. "Because the ability to use Google is a real help."

Actually it was. SINCE YOU WERE A MORON, DEREK.

[bitten_notshy]

"Having someone willing to help who can make it through the full moon without constantly thinking about it being the full moon, that's a real help," Jack said. "But since you mention it, how's your internet connection out here?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek stared at him awkwardly. Because internet connection was just silly. Really now.

[bitten_notshy]

"...right," Jack nodded, and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "So, we perhaps could use someone with access to Google."

[justlurkinghere]

"I don't need to learn about werewolves on the internet. I grew up as one," Derek snapped. "And I can ask Laura anything I might not know."

[bitten_notshy]

"Fine," Jack said sulkily. "Then I might have questions when you weren't around, all right? Or something might come up when you couldn't speak to Laura."

[justlurkinghere]

Jack. Jack. Don't say things like this to Derek.

He looked stricken for a moment at the idea of not being able to contact Laura before frowning all those pesky emotions away. "Then fine. Contact him."

[bitten_notshy]

Dammit, Jack hadn't even met it that way.

He bowed his head briefly. "Thank you," he granted.

[justlurkinghere]

HE HAS SO MANY EMOTIONAL ISSUES.

"Just be careful," he grumbled, arms crossed over his chest.