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CHARACTERS: derek + stiles
LOCATION: derek's room!!
WARNINGS: boggart talk, spoilers for s4 of teen wolf also.
SUMMARY: conversations, possibly knitting jokes, who knows.

[ derek leaves the door to his room open out of begrudging habit. it had been for isaac originally, and then isaac had left and come back and hadn't asked again, but derek had never started closing it. not unless he was sleeping, that was a different story altogether, but still. when he was in his room reading or folding clothes, the door was open. which made it easy for stiles to invite himself in. that was half the point these days, but derek shoots an irritated look up at him. that's out of habit too. derek's very rarely irritated by anyone's presence these days. ]

You could knock.

[ is all he says, setting aside the folded shirt. ]

What is it?

[ clearly bracing for Something, like derek doubts stiles is seeking him out for simply a social call. things are quiet, have been quiet since the boggarts, but derek looks tense anyway. things are never quiet for long. ]

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[stiles shoves his hands in his pockets in almost a studied rebellion against derek's suggestion. his mouth quirks.] I could, but knocking is for opening doors and yours is already open so I thought I save us both some time.

I gotta say, Derek, even after all this time it's still a little unnerving to see you doing chores. [he adds after a moment, leaning one shoulder against the wall just inside derek's room and clearly not in any rush to actually get to the point, because that would make things easy or whatever.]

[ derek shrugs a shoulder, more amused than irritated. if there's any mystique left to him in beacon hills, it's dissipating here. they live in close quarters. and derek hasn't given in to the idea of retreating, made himself a fixed point and left his door open, and it's much too late to mourn the loss of what little distance there'd been between himself and the rest of them. ]

I'm sure you've seen stranger things.

[ though that in and of itself had been something derek had attempted to shield them from, with zero success. he sighs, doesn't reach for another shirt to fold. ]

If you're coming in, come in. And tell me what you need.

[ unless this was some sort of strange social call. derek wasn't sure what to do with that. ]

We're from Beacon Hills, Derek, stranger is sort of a given at this point. Which is why normal stuff like laundry is what has to throw me for a loop these days, because literally nothing else will.

[but stiles does step in, maybe not so subtly kicks the door to more or less close behind him, affording them some level of privacy. not that privacy was really a thing that you could have living in a hallway with a bunch of werewolves, but the illusion was there at least.

this is definitely not a social call, derek. better luck next time.] So I heard about the boggart.

You know I do laundry in Beacon Hills, don't you?

[ which is a pretty pathetic attempt at derailing the conversation. derek recognizes that at least, so he regroups, tries to gauge how serious stiles is about following through on this conversation. ]

There was more than one.

[ and all of his were variations on the same two things. derek can't decide which of them would be more damning. ]

What about them?

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dude i am so sorry idk how i managed to lose this notif

pfft no worries

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