IC Contact Post For Tushanshu & Nematon

[skybluejeep]

 

Hi, you've reached the Stud Muffin. Can't answer the phone right now. Why are you even calling? Texting. Wave of the future.

BLEEP.
 

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Comments

[skybluejeep]

Derek? Even if we do get out of here we're not gonna remember this conversation. Let me have a moment to dream, okay?

[garou]

...Yeah. Sorry.

[skybluejeep]

[He shakes his head, and laughs wryly.]

You really are carved out of granite or something. I'll melt your stony heart, sourwolf.

[garou]

Don't call me that.

[skybluejeep]

You love it.

I could call you Grumpy Pants McGee, instead?

[garou]

How about Derek?

[skybluejeep]

Okay.

Derek.

[He puts as much sarcastic seduction in there as he possibly can, lowering his voice an octave and batting his eyelashes at the man.]

[garou]

[ Derek reaches for a nearby pillow, and holds it up briefly, like he's showing it to Stiles&mdsah;and then hits him with it, not gently, although not as hard as he could, either. ]

[skybluejeep]

Ow!

[But he's guffawing, that loud, single burst of laughter that he's so good at.]

[garou]

[ Derek just raises an eyebrow. ]

[skybluejeep]

I see how it is, beating me up when I have a split lip. Horrible pillow abuser.

[garou]

You said you could take it.

[skybluejeep]

I can take whatever you can dish out. Derek

[garou]

Is that so?

[skybluejeep]

I'm still here, aren't I? If I can put up with your perma-frown, I can put up with your love taps.

[garou]

Love taps.

[skybluejeep]

Would you prefer I called it girly pillow fighting?

[God, baiting Derek is his favoorite thing ever...]

[garou]

[ Such eyeroll. Wow. ] Seriously?

[skybluejeep]

[He just bursts out laughing again. Yup, definitely his favorite thing. In fact, he grabs his own pillow and tries to give Derek a whack.]

[garou]

[ Derek raises his arm to block it, because did Stiles really think that would work? ] Alright. Fine. [ And Derek attacks again! ]

[skybluejeep]

[He's howling with laughter, even as Derek is pummelling him with that pillow. He's trying to give back as good as he's getting. Pillows are flying, in other words.]

[garou]

[ Derek grew up with two sisters and several female cousins; he knows how to pillow fight with the best of them. Meaning, you're going down, Stilinski! ]

[skybluejeep]

[Stiles gets it right in the mouth, right over his face that's been punched, and he winces, but then keeps right on laughing and roughhousing. He's a guy, that's how you handle being hurt, jeez. He launches himself in Derek's direction, wildly flailing the pillow around like a total idiot.]

[garou]

[ He's pulling his punches, at least. Stiles won't get any new bruises from this, for sure, although Derek's not going as easy on him as he could. He sidesteps the launch, and whaps Stiles in the back of the head. ] You'll never hit me like that.

[skybluejeep]

Of course you realize, this means war.

[Forget the pillow. Stiles throws his aside and moves in to just tackle Derek to the couch in a bear hug.]