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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[skybluejeep]

I can just see you, in a winter white tux. Blue bow tie, cuz you're classy like that. And everything's covered in snow, and all the guests are shivering their butts off in the pavilion seating outside.

[garou]

[ Derek rolls his eyes. ] Whatever you say.

[skybluejeep]

[Of course, now Stiles is thinking of Derek marrying somebody, and it's gonna be a woman. And he's depressed suddenly.]

I'd offer to be, like, an usher or something, but I'll be dying of frostbite over by the reception buffet.

[garou]

You'd be a groomsman, at the very least. [ He doesn't even hesitate when he says it. ]

[skybluejeep]

Yeah? Well, that's something. I'd still be turning blue over by the canapes.

[garou]

[ Huff. ] Canapes? You're seriously having me serve canapes at my imaginary wedding.

[skybluejeep]

Uh, yeah. Really nice ones. With pricy caviar and black rye and dill flown in fresh from the highest mountain peak in Peru.

[garou]

No. Canapes are gross.

[skybluejeep]

So what sort of fancy finger foods would you serve?

Because you know there are all different kinds, right? It's not all just caviar and cream cheese.

[garou]

[ He thinks for a moment, as they walk. ] My dad used to make these, ah... little mini pies. I'd probably try to find someone to make those.

[skybluejeep]

...Classy, home-made mini pies. I like it.

Your wedding's gonna be awesome. Cold, but awesome.

[garou]

If I ever get married. [ He huffs out, shoving his hands into his pockets. ]

[skybluejeep]

You will.

[His voice is certain, and sincere, and more than a little resigned.]

You'll find her someday, Derek.

[garou]

[ Derek frowns, and looks over at him. ] I'd really rather not talk about it.

[skybluejeep]

Okay.

[And for once, Stiles listens! He doesn't push it anymore, because yep, he's managed to depress himself.]

You want noodles tonight? Or rice?

[garou]

Both. [ He nods once. ]

[skybluejeep]

Noodles. And rice. And eggrolls. And potstickers.

How the hell do you maintain that perfect body, you bastard?

[garou]

[ Cheeky: ] Werewolf.

[skybluejeep]

Ugh, of course.

[They're finally close to the stall, and Stiles' nose and lips are bright red from the cold.]

You're a dirty cheater, you really are.

[garou]

[ Derek raises an eyebrow, watches Stiles for a moment, trying to remember if he'd get frostbite from this weather or if he'd just be chilly for a while. He ended up at the conclusion that Stiles would be fine, for now, if whiny. He could deal with whiny.

He snorts out a small laugh, though, glancing up and down Stiles' torso, back up to his face. ] You're on track and the lacrosse team. You can't tell me that you don't work out.

[skybluejeep]

Yes. I work out. I'm freakin' training to fight with Batman right now.

But seriously. That's a lot of carbs to maintain that incredible six-pack, dude. It's really not fair.

[garou]

[ He shrugs. ] That's my metabolism.

[skybluejeep]

And it's cheating.

[Of course, this is all pointing to the fact that Stiles is noticing Derek's amazing stomach. Frequently.]

[garou]

[ He isn't the first. At least he's not talking about Derek's 'incredible physique'. ] It's not cheating when it's the way I was born.

[skybluejeep]

Derek, you were born perfect. Yes, I know. And it's still cheating.

Two orders of rice, two orders of noodles...

[He's addressing the Kedan waitress now. Pointedly not looking Derek's beautiful body up and down.]