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!]]

Comments

[robinonadderall]

"Aw, what?" He didn't actually mean for you to take it, Derek! "I don't want your werewolf spit all over my cup!"

[justlurkinghere]

DEAL WITH IT, STILES.

Derek gave him another one of those terrifying smiled and held out the half finished cup for Stiles to take back. Or not. He was perfectly fine with not.

[robinonadderall]

"I thought we talked about you smiling at me," Stiles said, taking the cup back. He paid for it, he was gonna drink it goddammit. "As in, don't ever do it."

[justlurkinghere]

Yeah, that was why he was doing it to you, Stiles. The only reason why.

"You didn't mention to your friend it was the full moon."

[robinonadderall]

"Well he wouldn't have come if I told him," Stiles said, wiping the edge of his cup with his shirt. No cooties for him, thank you.

[justlurkinghere]

Deal with the werewolf cooties. Deal with them.

"...so you put yourself and everyone else in danger so you could see your friend?"

[robinonadderall]

"See when you say it like that it sounds stupid," he said. "I prefer to think of it like Scott and I are so close that we're not going to let a little danger stop us from seeing each other."

[justlurkinghere]

"It sounds stupid because it is stupid."

[robinonadderall]

"You're stupid!" Take that!

[justlurkinghere]

OH BURN.

Derek sighed, giving him another look. Because your wit was lacking, Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles replied by taking an angry sip of his coffee. Too bad there wasn't a straw he could destroy right now.