The Perk | Tuesday Morning

[robinonadderall]

It had been insanely quiet for Stiles the past few weeks, and instead of being relieved it actually made him feel kind of on edge. Probably the last thing he needed was caffeine but he stayed up all night on his phone reading Gaga and Katy Perry stan wars on ONTD. Shut up and let him have his hobbies, okay? At least that meant Jackson only had to deal with an hour or two of Stiles' cuddling rather than all night.

Stiles had deluded himself into thinking Jackson was the type of jerk who needed a good cuddle every now and again so he refused to feel bad about it.

Was that---yes, more stan wars for him to read! And this time indoors surrounded by coffee.

[Spoiler alert: It was me staying up all night reading Gaga and Katy Perry stan wars. I'm ashamed. Anyways, open post]

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[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had office hours this afternoon, so he'd come into town early. He'd brought coffee with him, but a very rude person had cut him off in traffic and now most of the thermos was soaking into the Bentley's rugs. He'd made sure to get the car's license plate.

In any event, though, he now found himself on the island and wanting coffee, so he thought he might as well try the local cafe.

He looked around as he waited, and spotted one of his students, nodding hello. "Mr. Stilinski."

[robinonadderall]

"Hi, Dr. Lecter!" One might mistake hyperactive for cheerful there if you didn't know Stiles very well. "How's it going?"

[sharp_as_knives]

"Well, thank you." He pointed at Stiles' coffee. "How is the coffee here?"

[robinonadderall]

"Well I think it's pretty good," he said with a shrug of his shoulder. "But I've really only been drinking coffee for like a year and half so I'm not a connoisseur or anything. My dad is one of those people who thinks it will stunt your growth."

[sharp_as_knives]

"So naturally now that you're away from home, you take the opportunity to do things he wouldn't allow?" It was rather nice to know that in some ways even these students were predictable.

[robinonadderall]

"I think once I passed a certain height he became more relaxed about the coffee thing," Stiles said. "That's not to say I don't do things he wouldn't allow. It's kind of my duty as a cop's son to make things difficult. Keep him on his toes."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Your father is a policeman?" They called Hannibal's coffee, and he went to pick it up. "An important and occasionally dangerous job."

[robinonadderall]

"Oh you have no idea," Stiles said. "He's the sheriff of the freakiest town on the planet. Murderers, arsonists, lizard monsters..."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal did raise an eyebrow at the lizard monsters, but couldn't help asking, "Stranger than women rewriting reality, everybody singing, and sharks falling from the skies?"

[robinonadderall]

"Well, not that strange, no," Stiles admitted. "But more dangerous. We've currently got a ritual sacrifice problem at home."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Oh? What sort of sacrifice?" Hannibal sipped his coffee, which actually wasn't bad. "I've done some work recently with the FBI regarding odd murders," he added, lest his interest seem too prurient.

[robinonadderall]

"Not entirely sure yet, but they're following a Druid sacrifice pattern. First they killed three virgins, then three warriors, it goes on," he said. "The FBI had been brought into our case already."

He just hadn't guessed just which FBI agent was on the case.

"Assisting the FBI seems cool. I'd love to do something like that for a living."

[sharp_as_knives]

"It's often more tedious than you'd think." Unless you had someone next to you with a dedicated interest in making it otherwise. "But if you're interested, I could probably find out who you should contact."

[justlurkinghere]

"Why do you smell like Jackson?" Derek really needed to stop just showing up places like the creeper he was.

[robinonadderall]

"You can't just greet people like that, it's very weird." And super creepy.

[justlurkinghere]

He can and he just did. So. Suck on that, Stiles.

Wait. That came out wrong. Don't read that narrative, Stiles.

"Hi, Stiles," he said dryly, like a normal person. He looked over at the creepy barista that he possibly had a love affair with on one of the horrible weekends that won't be mentioned ever again. Then, with a pained sigh, held up a finger to get himself a cup of coffee.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles would have a heart attack if he read the narrative, lets be real.

"Was that so hard?" Not dirty. "Also stop smelling me."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm not smelling you. You smell." Like Jackson. Stop that.

[robinonadderall]

"I do not!" Stiles said, lifting his shirt up to his nose. "You can say a lot of things about Jackson but stinky he is not."

[justlurkinghere]

"He smells like Macy's and overpriced cologne."

And now so did you. But, let's be real, everyone from Beacon Hills smelled a little like Macy's and Reese's Peanut-butter Cups.

[robinonadderall]

"You're just gonna have to deal with it 'cause somehow I keep sleeping with him." Freaking bouncy castle gravity.

[justlurkinghere]

"Again?" Seriously?

[robinonadderall]

"Pretty much every night," he said with a shrug. "I can't help it. At least he seems to just lie back and take it for the most part now."

Oh, phrasing.

[justlurkinghere]

"..."

Yes. Please rethink that phrasing, Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

"What?" he asked. "I swear I think my body is programmed to cuddle with the nearest werewolf, even if they are a douchebag."