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Second Moon [Action]
[It's probably a really good thing Stiles stayed with Scott the night before, because this kid is not getting out of bed.
He doesn't need wolf senses to know that he hasn't woken up back home– that whatever shitty nightmare this is hasn't stopped being a nightmare. Scott's mom isn't cooking in the kitchen and her car isn't outside, and this isn't Scott's room. It's just a room in a house he's supposed to stay in and play pretend.
Scott pulls the sheets over his head, plunking his face into his pillows and staying as still as a stone. Maybe tomorrow he'll wake up and face the day, but not today.]
He doesn't need wolf senses to know that he hasn't woken up back home– that whatever shitty nightmare this is hasn't stopped being a nightmare. Scott's mom isn't cooking in the kitchen and her car isn't outside, and this isn't Scott's room. It's just a room in a house he's supposed to stay in and play pretend.
Scott pulls the sheets over his head, plunking his face into his pillows and staying as still as a stone. Maybe tomorrow he'll wake up and face the day, but not today.]
SIGH.
You know, using the teeth and claws voice when you don't have any teeth and claws behind it really takes away a lot of the bite. [After that dry comment, he completely ignores that and pushes off the wall, shutting the door behind him and coming into the room.]
What's the matter?
Bite me.
[Scott is not happy. He doesn't want to be here right now. He is very much no. His entire mood is no. Hell, his entire existence at the moment is a huge 'no'. You're not going to get much out of him, Stiles.]
That's your thing. 8(
Dude, are we seriously doing this right now?
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Noooo.
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Speaking of completely ignoring, you're the one who told me I can't ignore my problems. Did you lose the hero complex when you lost your wolf powers? Come on, you gotta get up.
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No.
[He shifts, turning away under his sheets from Stiles. No means no.]
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[Congratulations, you got more than a no out of him.]
Go away.
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[Man, why did he have to bring that up. His heart twists a little at the mention of their parents--God, he misses his dad.] My dad definitely didn't want a daughter, okay? Believe me, I asked. Focus on trying to get home, alright? Just laying here isn't going to do anything!
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Leave me alone.
[Firmly planted in his bed, he grabs the mattress just in case.]
I have a plethora of frustrated icons.
[He stares at Scott for a minute, jittering his leg.] You know what? Fine. If you're not going to listen to me, making once again, a stupid decision, then I know who'll convince you, and probably with brute force!
[He stares at him for a minute longer, fixing him with a stare that says more than his running mouth is apt to spit out, but then jerked away, whipping out the stupid compact and shooting Derek a message by text.]
you know how sometimes a dog will refuse to walk on it's leash and just like lay down in the middle of the road?
[He turns his attention back on Scott after, snapping it shut and gesturing with it.] Seriously, dude. This is pathetic, and that's coming from me.
Kind of need them, dontcha.
Are we talking about Scott, or did you acquire a pet in 24 hours.
Well with this cast.
So let me be pathetic for a day and leave me alone! It's not like we're doing anything! You've been here a month– we're not going anywhere.
Only Sane Man.jpg
[He snaps the compact shut again, shoving it in his pocket.] Yeah, and we're trying to change that! Look, I can't do anything by myself, I get that. But I figured since the rest of us are together, we probably have some semblance of getting out of this hellhole, and you laying on your face and talking about how much your life sucks isn't helping.
You do such a good job, Stiles.
[ And with that, Derek sighs heavily and puts his investigation of the island on hold to deal with a dramatic teenage boy who refuses to get out of bed. He can only imagine how this'll go. ]
No he doesn't.
[And with that, he shuts his mouth for what he assumes will be the last time. You want him to stop talking? Oh, he'll do it.]
The fact that he's the sane man is disturbing.
[Consider yourself a recipient of the Stilinski cold shoulder
for like a night.Whoever said that was a girl's weapon was an idiot.]Just a little.
Of course, he doesn't knock. He just opens the door, sighing heavily. ]
Welp.
[Scott groans, hiding more under the blankets. At this point it's a fight of pride more than anything. Why couldn't they just have let him be?]
I blame you two.
Taking a step back, he folds his arm and leans against the wall.]
Yeah? If you haven't noticed, most of us don't seem to give a crap about locks.
This is a role reversal.
Not usually.
[ Says the guy who knows how to unlatch most modern windows from the outside without setting off alarms, as Stiles above all knows but Scott has experienced. ]
What's the excuse here?
Clearly.
[Come on, at this point it was even a little embarrassing. There was no way he was letting Derek Hale make him get out of bed. Maybe if he left, Scott might feel inclined to leave on his own, but Christ!]
sigh
That. [That's the excuse.
Get him out of bed, dad.]B>
Advancing from the door, he makes his way over towards the bed.
Give him a minute, mom.]So, what. You're under the impression sulking's going to get things done?
This is where it gets worse.
[Fucking hell, Derek Hale was not going to drag him out of here. Scott clings to the headboard, bunching up as far away from the edge of the mattress as possible.]
Don't. Don't!
And this is where Derek puts on his alpha pants.
Aw fuck.
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LISTEN TO YOUR PARENTS.
NO FUCK YOU UR NOT MY REAL MOM AND I DON'T HAVE A DAD
pressing post helps
Usually.
Most of the time, anyway.