The Perk | Saturday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

Stiles was in a much better mood than the last time he had been at the coffee shop. His situation with Derek had been sorted out for the most part and he had been nightmare and weirdness free for a few days. So everything was pretty good. Which was weird.

Now he was sitting at the corner table at the Perk, hunched over his laptop and earbuds in. He had a special little project going on that involved a lot of research and attempting to get in contact with his own Derek or, ugh, Peter for information. He really hoped he wouldn't have to call Peter. Such a creeper.

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[justlurkinghere]

Derek paused before going on into the Perk. Because reasons. And for once actually considering the negative parts of being a creepy stalker.

But, on the other hand, he wanted coffee. And maybe a little talking to certain people. You know, no big deal. Not even worth mentioning.

Which was why he was creepily sneaking up on poor, poor Stiles. "What are you doing?"

[robinonadderall]

Well that made Stiles jump in his seat and flail a little. "What are you doing?! Other than scaring the hell out of me!"

[justlurkinghere]

"Coffee." Yes, yes. The only reason to be here. Coffee.

[robinonadderall]

"And that required you nearly giving me a heart attack?" he asked. "Can't you make noise when you walk?"

[justlurkinghere]

"I made noise." Not much noise, but there was noise. Maybe.

[robinonadderall]

"Well I didn't hear it." Then again, his earbuds had been in. Stiles pushed out the chair across from him with his foot because he wasn't even going to pretend Derek was just gonna get his coffee and then leave.

[justlurkinghere]

Maybe he was! Maybe this was all just a slow build up to something like a 100,000 word fic where so many misunderstandings could happen before the happy ending.

R&R or I'll never write again.

"You couldn't hear if I dropped a bowling ball on the table."

[throughaphase]

The problem with weekends like this was that Kitty tended to figure out that she was missing her powers by slamming face first into a wall, which was never going to put her in a great mood.

But once she'd gotten her drink and saw Stiles there, she tossed a handmade macrame friendship bracelet onto his table. On the bright side, someone had picked up a weird new hobby this weekend.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles picked up the bracelet between two fingers and gave Kitty a weird look. "Thanks?"

[throughaphase]

"I rage-made a bunch of them this morning," Kitty said. "It's a weird weekend."

[robinonadderall]

"Is it?" It had felt fine to him.

[throughaphase]

"I can't phase anymore, but I can macrame," she said. "Because that's the same thing."

[robinonadderall]

"Ah. That's weird," he said. "Think it's gonna last?"

[14andseven]

Roland decided to take a break from his usual busking rounds and hit up the coffee shop. There was something missing from his music, today. Oh, he could still carry a tune just as well as always, but there was some extra oomph that was totally gone, and he was still too new at this whole "bard" thing to realize exactly what.

Besides, the Perk was very distracting. He held up two bags of coffee beans, sniffing one, then the other.

"Hey," he told the clerk. "These are exactly the same. Why is this one marked up 20% when they're exactly the same?"

[robinonadderall]

Stiles lifted up his eyebrows, trying not to look too much like he was eavesdropping. But he was totally eavesdropping.

[14andseven]

"No, really," Roland said, when the clerks tried to deny the similarity. "I can smell the difference between the light and dark roasts, even what country they're from. These two are exactly the same." He took another sniff. "And it's not even coffee. These are acorns."

[robinonadderall]

Right, this guy was a weirdo. Good to know. Stiles couldn't really judge...but he was judging anyway.

[14andseven]

"I am calm!" Roland was not calm. "I know I never complained before, that's because I couldn't smell it before." When the clerk expressed disbelief that Roland suddenly had a super-nose, he rolled his eyes. "I don't know why, maybe I'm pregnant."

One of the female baristas gasped in delight.

"I'm not -- oh for --" Roland threw his hands in the air. "Fine, just give me a large cup of the Ethiopian. The actual coffee. No, not that one, that one's vanilla. The regular Ethiopian coffee with the notes of cocoa and hardwood smoke. Yeah, I can smell that from here."

[robinonadderall]

"Weirdo," Stiles murmured under his breath before trying to concentrate again on Wikipedia.

[so_hawkward]

Today was definitely turning out to be a strange day, but at least it was one that was vaguely familiar. This wasn't the first time Clint had discovered he'd lost his ability to hit the broad side of a barn, but being able to change how he looked was new. He thought he had it under control enough to get coffee, but then when he was waiting for his drink to be made, he sneezed and his hair turned the same light blonde color as the barista. So, you know, maybe not totally under control.

[robinonadderall]

Well at least that made Stiles laugh. He tried to cover it up with a cough but...yeah it wasn't working.

[so_hawkward]

Clint glanced over and rubbed his head. "I heard that," he said. "You look like you're doing better."

[robinonadderall]

"I am," he said with a nod. "Nightmare-free for about two days and Derek and I made up."

[so_hawkward]

"That's... yeah, that is good, on both counts," Clint said, gratefully taking his coffee. "Are you having a normal day today?"

[robinonadderall]

"As normal as can be expected. I heard about the weirdness though," he said, lifting up his wrist to show off the bracelet he was wearing. "Kitty can macrame."