Room 222 and Beyond, Sunday Evening

[everyonestype]

So, here it was. The night of the full moon. The first one since Jackson's transition from kanima into werewolf. And it was going to be fine. Despite what Stiles had said, and despite what Jack had said, and despite whatever it was that had made Jim decide to bail on the room for the night. He was going to be fine. He was going to show them all

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[robinonadderall]

You know, after realizing an alpha pack existed Stiles was almost glad to be dealing with betas right now. Almost.

Stiles didn't bother knocking because he probably could be heard and smelled from down the hall. He just hoped that his natural Stilesy musk covered up the fact he was carrying crushed up wolfsbane in his pocket for safety. Thanks to Lydia for that tip.

"Hey, Jackson?"

[everyonestype]

Jackson stopped pacing, though he didn't come to the door when he could just stay where he was and bark, "What?"

Because surely that would give off the impression he had everything under control.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles rolled his eyes. Typical. "Jackson, come on, you can't stay in the dorms tonight. You know that."

[everyonestype]

Jackson huffed, annoyed, and stalked to the door. Had to unlock it before yanking it open - see, at least he'd made kind of an effort to at least slow the wolf down!

"Stiles. Leave me alone."