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[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]

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.]

[garou]

[ Derek doesn't budge an inch, though, so it's more like just an awkward hug. ] War? Really?

[skybluejeep]

Your Axis of Evil will fall, Hale!

[Pff, awkward hugging. It's like trying to wrestle a boulder.]

Cripes, am I really that weak? You're like sheet-rock, dude.

[garou]

I can punch through walls, remember?

[skybluejeep]

...Of course I remember that. And you're certainly the big bad wolf.

[He's still trying to pin him down though. It's horribly awkward and honestly a little sexy.]

[garou]

[ He's trying to ignore the sexy part, to be honest. He finally takes pity on him and flops onto the couch. ] Do I need to punch you again?

[skybluejeep]

No!

[He's sort of scrambling away, but not really.]

I've had enough of you hitting me or slamming me into a steering wheel for the rest of my life, thanks.

[garou]

[ Stiles is learning! Derek is impressed. ] You brought that on yourself.

[skybluejeep]

You didn't have to take your shirt off! It's not my fault Danny couldn't stop staring at your chiseled manliness.

[garou]

You were complaining about the dried blood, and you told me to change. What else was I supposed to do?

[skybluejeep]

Hey, hey! I wasn't complaining about the blood. Danny was.

But oh god, the look on your face when you put on that one old shirt of mine. I hadn't worn that thing since junior high, it was too small even for me.

[He momentarily collapses against Derek's shoulder, snickering, as he remembers the scene.]

[garou]

[ Derek huffs out his nose, clearly unimpressed. ] None of those shirts fit, Stiles.

[skybluejeep]

Yeah, but the orange and blue one really didn't fit.

It's not my fault you're built like a statue of a Greek god and I'm a pool noodle. I was just trying to nip a public health risk in the bud.

[garou]

What public health risk?

[skybluejeep]

Um. Blood-borne pathogens. All over your shirt.

Not to mention that if a werewolf bite makes you a werewolf, it's kinda obvious that werewolf blood isn't something we want just...hanging around.

[garou]

One, I wasn't an Alpha then, and only the Alpha bite does that. Two, that's not how it works, anyway.