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justlurkinghereThe 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?
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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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Date: 2012-09-30 04:08 pm (UTC)Suuuuuper awkward.
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Date: 2012-09-30 04:12 pm (UTC)Really.
Just ask Derek.
WHOSE GOOD SHIRT HAD HOLES IN IT FROM ARROWS. OH, AND BLOOD. GODDAMN CLINT.
"Did you know it was going to be a full moon here?" Because Derek was not having any of this, Scott.
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Date: 2012-09-30 04:14 pm (UTC)Way to throw Stiles under the bus, Scott.
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Date: 2012-09-30 04:15 pm (UTC)And he was naked. Because he was from the Shreveport area and that was how they rolled. For the moment, he'd just adjust to his surroundings and try to get the pounding in his head to cease. Then, eventually, coffee. Maybe bacon.
Pants were notably lower on his list.
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Date: 2012-09-30 04:18 pm (UTC)Derek sighed, leaning against the wall. "Great friend there."
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Date: 2012-09-30 04:20 pm (UTC)"It's like the set of a gay porno in here."
Not that he was complaining.
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Date: 2012-09-30 04:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-30 04:23 pm (UTC)Never mind that his pants were back in his hotel room. He'd point that out momentarily.
"Hang on. I'm still getting my bearings," he said gruffly.
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Date: 2012-09-30 04:24 pm (UTC)"Oh great, you're still alive."
PUPPY JOE, HOW COULD YOU BETRAY HIM FOR MCCALL?
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Date: 2012-09-30 04:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-30 04:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-30 04:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-30 04:28 pm (UTC)"Yeah I have this thing about not dying, it's a hobby of mine," Stiles said, rolling his eyes. "I don't have to take off my clothes to hang out in here, do I?"
Because he couldn't unless there was a locker door to stand behind.
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Date: 2012-09-30 04:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-30 04:31 pm (UTC)"Please don't. No one needs to see that."
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Date: 2012-09-30 04:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-30 04:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-30 04:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-30 04:37 pm (UTC)Stiles.
Stiles, stop looking.
Please, Stiles, stop.
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Date: 2012-09-30 04:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-30 04:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-30 04:42 pm (UTC)"Someone shot holes in my shirt," he replied with a glare. Yes, he was blaming you, Stiles.
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Date: 2012-09-30 04:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-30 04:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-30 04:48 pm (UTC)Yeah. That made sense.