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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[garou]

If you're passing, why do you need my help?

[skybluejeep]

Because I'll remember it so much better with your voice dropping vocabulary words on me.

Whisper sweet Spanish nothings in my ear, hermano.

[garou]

No. [ And he says it in Spanish, too, for what it's worth. ]

[skybluejeep]

Dios mio!

[He cracks up laughing again, and waves Derek back down onto the sofa.]

Come on. Hang out. Stay for dinner. Por favor?

[garou]

[ Derek sighs, because Stiles isn't going to let up, is he? ] Fine. What are we having?

[skybluejeep]

[VICTORY!]

Orange chicken and fried rice.

[garou]

[ Only through persistence. ] Eggrolls?

[skybluejeep]

As many as you want, big guy. Chicken? Sweet and sour sauce?

[garou]

Both. [ And he finally flops back onto the couch. ] You're paying.

[skybluejeep]

Done. It's amazing, but since we don't have to pay rent right now, and I'm getting my meds for free, I've got a bunch of disposable income. All I really pay for is food and clothes.

I also suspect Bryn is overpaying me, but I'm not complaining.

[garou]

She must really like you.

[skybluejeep]

Hell yeah she does. Bryn's pretty awesome. I like her too.

[Now that Derek's back on the couch, Stiles flops over on him, like a puppy pile.]

You know what would be perfect right now? Turning on a movie. I miss my DVD collection so much.

[garou]

[ He grunts, glaring down at Stiles on him. ] Is this the part where you'd make me watch Ren and Stimpy?

[skybluejeep]

[Glare away, Hale. He ain't moving.]

Yup! And I'd recite every line, and you'd kill me.

[garou]

You say that like I don't want to already.

[skybluejeep]

Because you don't.

[He gives Derek a smirk, and a raised eyebrow.]

[garou]

What makes you so sure?

[skybluejeep]

[He just smirks pointedly, his head on Derek's lap proof enough.]

[garou]

[ Derek takes a hand and rolls Stiles onto the floor, glancing down at him pointedly when he lands. ]

[skybluejeep]

[He yelps as he's pushed down, and then he bursts out laughing again, pushing himself up on his elbows.]

Go back to pillow fighting, Hale. You're scoring more points that way.

[garou]

I dunno, I'm pretty sure I won this round.

[skybluejeep]

Yeah you did.

[It's a small mumble, barely audible, as Stiles picks himself back up. And he's still grinning.]

Just for that, no egg rolls.

[garou]

Then I'm going home. [ And he stands up. ]

[skybluejeep]

Noooo~

[He reaches up and grabs at Derek's t-shirt hem, trying to keep him from leaving.]

Don't go. Please?

[garou]

Eggrolls?