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justlurkinghere) wrote2012-09-30 11:04 am
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Creepy Old Mansion on Phoenix Way, Sunday Morning
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!]]
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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Derek rolled his eyes. "Don't blame me when this comes crashing down on you."
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Scott, why? Did you hate Stiles? Did you?
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Yes, Scott knew what the word rhetorical meant.
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Derek. Derek, bb. Think about who you're talking about here.
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A way that involved Cheetos.
"The dog was really cute with that orange dust all over him though."
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Shut up, Scott.
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And then you'd have to deal with a pining dog, Derek.
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YOU HAD A CROOKED JAW, SCOTT. WHY WOULD SOMEONE AS PRETTY AS DEREK BE JEALOUS OF THAT.
"Be more careful next full moon."
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His best will be locking himself in the Lahey's freezer while a kanima torments his girlfriend. So. It wouldn't be what you'd call a success.
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Derek rolled his eyes, turning away. Since there wasn't a convenient shadow to move into and out of sight.