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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.]
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.
[ Derek Hale is, if Scott McCall doesn't get his fucking act together. The childish behavior in someone who has shown that they're so much better than this frustrates him beyond belief. And he decides to tell him why, as he stands next to the edge of the bed. ]
But this is pathetic. You've been here a day-- one day, Scott-- when there's god knows how many other people who have been here for a whole hell of a lot longer than you. They have a right to act like it's the end of the goddamn world and stay in bed for a day. You?
You don't. So either you get out of the bed and at least face the day, or I'll drag you out myself.
Aw fuck.
[He lets out a frustrated noise into his sheets and keeps attempting to edge away.]
You can't just drag me out!
B(
In case you haven't noticed, you're the only one who is. It's not frickin' worth it to lay around and complain, okay? Trust me. I've been here. It sucks. But it's not going to get any better if you're just going to ignore it.
LISTEN TO YOUR PARENTS.
I can, and I will. The least you can do is sulk while doing something. Hell, distract yourself. Read, watch this island's asinine TV, do something, if you're not going to be productive. But Stiles has been the only one here for a month, and it's damn well time he got some backup.
NO FUCK YOU UR NOT MY REAL MOM AND I DON'T HAVE A DAD
[He says it through gritted teeth, refusing to look at either of them as he leans his cheek against the headboard. He hates them. Both of them. He hates this island.
...Okay, he doesn't hate them, but he hates this island and he hates Derek Hale's stupid attitude.]
pressing post helps
Finally. Jesus frickin' Christ. [And in a full body motion, he turns around to leave the room. He loves Scott.He really does. But sometimes he drives him freakin nuts.]
Usually.
He pretty much slams the door shut behind him. ]
Most of the time, anyway.
Standing before his closet he closes his eyes and wishes as hard as he can- Scrubs, socks, underwear, a jacket, and shoes. A shirt...
Jeans. He's not wearing scrub pants, what was he thinking?
The scrubs he wishes up are a pale green, and the shirt he wears under them is striped grey and white. The jacket's a letterman-style (and big enough to fit over his clothes well), which surprises him, and the jeans at least fit better than those Derek gave him before-- and the tennis shoes, too, fit better than the ones he wished for yesterday.
He tucks his inhaler in the pocket of his jeans before he finally decides to skulk out of the room.]