You'll always be running

Mike was out of the house, probably working on island or... something else. Either way, Derek was alone in the mansion, eyeing his phone every few minutes like he'd hear from the Sheriff with an update on Stiles any moment now.

Which meant they were still looking and he was still waiting for the slim chance that Stiles came back to Fandom instead of sticking around Beacon Hills. Stiles. Not the nogitsune. That was all he could hope for right now as he waited less and less patiently with each passing day.

Derek sighed, leaning more heavily against the kitchen counter as he tried and failed to not feel how quiet and lonely the house was right now.

[NFB, and for one! Blanket trigger warning for Very Bad Things here. Ye be warned!]

It was another complete lunar eclipse, one that would actually be perfectly placed for north and south America to view it. Which meant about 4 hours of lazy 'not turning into a werewolf' fun times.

Oh, and the special brownies. For people who are adults. So, Derek, Jack and maybe Mike. If Mike felt like putting up with lazy werewolves again.

Because why not?

[NFB! And for the wolfy types/wolfy type adjacent]

The house Derek woke up this time wasn't as dilapidated or creepy as the last one. Which was a definite plus.

And there was still the puff ball dog! Another plus.

The biggest plus, however? Fully stocked fridge.

So, with the puff ball dog tucked carefully into one of the flannel shirts he'd found upstairs, Derek was digging through the stuff to make himself a sandwich. Sorry about stealing all the lunch meat, Mike.

[[Open, of course!]]

With all the parents on island and having been given advanced warning about the arrival of the Sheriff, Derek was doing the smart thing for someone who had been arrested by the man previously and decided to hide at home.

He was a terrible person like that.

But he could catch up on Mountain Men.

( At least there was no angry pastry grabbing? )

[[NFB! Preplayed with the ever wonderful notjohnnycage. Open for after should there be a need!]]

So, Stiles was back. And there was a number of other things Derek gleamed from what he was told that ended up making him the saddest little firefly of the bunch. That was now a saying. Yes. So, we hope you all start using it.

Make it happen, folks.

Anyway, to deal with his crippling trust/abandonment issues, Derek was watching Toddlers & Tiaras on Netflix. Because if there was ever a show that made you feel at least better than one person out there, it was Toddlers & Tiaras.

He also had Puppy Joe on his lap. Because at least this dog wouldn't leave him.

[[Open, sure. There was vodka involved in this post]]

Derek was still laying on the couch, on his stomach thank you, watching bad television this morning. His back was almost at 100%, but for now he was going to enjoy the wonder of having a place to recuperate that wasn't abandoned or looking like someone might build a meth lab there any moment now.

It was almost novel!

Now he just had to avoid Stiles until he could move normally again.

[[Open, of course!]]

Did Derek need to be shirtless when he worked out at home? Not really. Would this fact keep him from doing just that in order to show off dat body for the viewers at him? God no. He was from a Jeff Davis show, shirtlessness was a must.

Don't you judge his life choices here. There were plenty other life choices far more deserving of judgement, after all.

So, for now, Derek was going to continue his random pull ups using a door frame. Because why install an actual bar for that?

[[Expecting one, but open!]

Derek was just not allowed to have a normal week. Though the last few times it had been on the weekends... Not the point! The point is that today he woke up at the tender age of fifteen.

On the day of the full moon.

Which Derek would blame for why he was in the kitchen demolishing all the food they had there.

[For the housemate, but open to any!]

Despite not being allowed at the dance and crying into his pillow aaaaall night Derek woke up bright and early this morning. Bright, early, and confused.

First of all, he had a puppy with him. (A PUPPY!) And he was in a strange house that smelled like some other werewolf. Which would by why Derek was now sneaking down the stairs to investigate the place.

That didn't explain why the puppy was tucked under his shirt, though. (It was so tiny! It probably got cold easily!)

[[So open for the housemate and anyone who might stop by]]