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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.]

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[You're damn right it's embarrassing, you so deserve it at this point. Stiles glances at Derek with the most dramatic eyeroll he can manage.]

That. [That's the excuse. ~~Get him out of bed, dad.~~]

[ Derek isn't about to leave, because he's been called here for some asinine reason that he's going to make sure they both know is moronic. Though, judging by Stiles' eyeroll, he's well aware.

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?

No one's going to die if I stay here for one day!

[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!

Probably not. Things seem to be the calm before the storm right now, so, sure. Maybe you can stay here for a day.

[ 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.

Dude, you weren't even here when anyone else got here and Stiles was here for a month, okay! You don't know that.

[He lets out a frustrated noise into his sheets and keeps attempting to edge away.]

You can't just drag me out!

And I'm not laying in bed, either![As always, Stiles puts in an aside, coming off the wall and gesturing.]

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.

[ There's a problem when he finds Stiles far less frustrating than Scott. Then again, Stiles is the logical one, whereas Scott tends towards romantic. So all of his emotions are a touch bit... exaggerated, when they fall on a certain end of the spectrum. ]

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.

Then stop pretending to be my dad and get out so I can change.

[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.]

[FINALLY. Brows going up off his forehead, he snaps his mouth shut, dropping his head back in the universal gesture of "oh thank god".]

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.]

[ Bristling visibly, he clenches his jaw and glowers at the lump that Scott makes on the top of the bed. There's a deep temptation to snap at him, but instead he just snarls, low and guttural, before he turns and follows after Stiles.

He pretty much slams the door shut behind him. ]

[Scott sits in silence for a few moments, wiping at his face sloppily. He's not crying, just... frustrated. Standing, he looks about the room, exasperated. This isn't going to be a good day, he knows, and he just... needs something to make this feel... normal.

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.]

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Second Moon [Action]

sigh

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This is where it gets worse.

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

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