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The Perk | Saturday Evening

Stiles had showered before and after he had gotten back to Fandom and still he felt like he reeked of chlorine and god knows what else. He also could barely move due to soreness in muscles he didn't even realized he had, but there were so many naps one could take before they had to get down to business trying to figure out what the hell a kanima was.

He couldn't be around his bed without collapsing on it and falling asleep so he went to the Perk and claimed a table of his own to spread out his laptop, about three cups of coffee, a scone and a purple notebook that was titled "Freaky Shit I Have To Deal With" where he kept all his notes on werewolves and giant lizards. He had gotten a copy of the beastiary put on a thumb drive but damn if he could figure out any of it.

He had to find someone who could read Archaic Latin.

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There were the remains of a bunny costume on the table now as well. Oh, and a Derek sitting across the table from him.

Because Derek didn't do normal things like say 'hello' or anything.

Don't be silly.

"What--" There were too many reactions to have at once and Stiles was having trouble figuring out which order to do them. He went with flail first, slamming his laptop closed second and then glaring at Derek third. "Go away!"

Really, the last thing Stiles wanted to see after last night was Derek's stupid face.

Well, Derek's stupid face wasn't going anywhere. And it wasn't stupid.

Derek cocked his head to the side, looking down at the laptop now that Stiles had so kindly drawn attention to it with that move.

"I was looking at porn." In public. Surrounded by coffee and notebooks. "Why are you tossing fabric at me?"

Because it was totally Jackson that sent that costume, yes it was.

This face meant that Derek totally believed you, Stiles. You could tell by his eyebrows being distinctly more... eyebrow-y.

"You know why."

"I find it highly disturbing you kept bits of fabric with you for a week just so you could toss them at me," Stiles said, flicking a piece of bunny costume off his scone so he could take a bite of it. "That's dedication."

Um, he lived in the burned out wreck of his childhood home. The man was dedicated to torment. It was almost admirable. Mostly creepy, but you know. It was almost there.

"Why aren't you gone with the rest?" Wow, Derek. Your conversational skills are magical. None can best you there.

"Scott called and I had to go back home," Stiles said. "Don't worry, he is well aware he owes me for the rest of his life for making me miss out on Africa."

Yes, because Derek had been deeply concerned with Stiles' ability to travel to foreign locations with the school.

"Another full moon?" he asked, looking down at the notebook instead.

"There was one of those, yeah. And might I say it would be lovely to get through one of those without someone trying to eat me." Stiles noticed what Derek was looking at and yanked away his notebook. "Stop that."

Ugh, taking his precious clues away. How would he Nancy Drew you?

"Don't run with predators and nothing will try to eat you."

Ahahahahaha. Derek. Derek. That was just not happening in Beacon Hills.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "So, what, I'm supposed to ditch Scott because he became a creature of the night? He has it rough enough, he doesn't need to be friendless on top of that. I don't want to be friendless."

He couldn't pull off the creepy loner thing, Derek, he didn't look good in leather!

Well, there was that.

"Then don't whine so much."

"I whined once!" Stiles complained. It wasn't whining. It wasn't. "You're the one that sat here, dude, I was sitting here quietly and not whining before you came along."

"And then you whined," he said, reaching for the notebook. Because it was almost too easy to mess with Stiles.

"Stop that!" Stiles said, reaching out to smack Derek's hand. "Bad dog, not yours!"

Derek froze, staring at Stiles as though to confirm he was really doing this. To the big, scary werewolf guy.

In the bad ass leather jacket.

Look at your life, look at your choices, Stiles.

Look, after last night Stiles felt like he deserved to get bitchy with Derek, it didn't really matter which one it was!

"What?" Because Stiles didn't know what that look was for, really. "You can't go around touching stuff that's not yours, it's rude."

Couldn't you go back to being scared of him? Derek liked that much better than this!

"Better than watching porn in public."

Oh, Derek. You'd get another Stiles that was terrified of you eventually.

"Why would I--" Stiles stopped abruptly when he remembered that was his lie Derek was throwing back at him. "Sometimes I like having fresh air. And coffee. While watching porn. It's a thing."

At least the lies were amusing with this version of Stiles. The other one would be all kinds of terrified by the fact that Derek Hale knew his name right off the bat.

"Coffee and porn." Look there was that completely buying this story look again! "I'm sure."

"This is so none of your business." That was true whether they were talking about Stiles' porn habits or about the research he was really doing. "It is in fact so not your business that I'm gonna figure out how to say 'not your business' in other languages just to hit the point home."

Hey. Hey. Who was the alpha here? Okay, alpha-to-be-after-yet-more-family-trauma in this instance.

"Then stick to your dorm room."

"Okay, dude, I have ADHD, if I'm gonna get stuff done I can't stick around my dorm room where it's like distraction city," Stiles explained. "Have you considered not being a nosy jerk?"

NOT AT ALL, STILES. IT WAS HIS THING.

Derek just shot him a look for that. Because it was just a dumb question.

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