he's following up on the tea offer from the jail meme, if that's okay!dickishNovember 27 2012, 10:00:19 UTC
[Okay, he'd given it more than a few days. Derek wasn't sure how long a broken nose took to heal, but he assumed a couple of weeks meant that Stiles would at least be feeling better. Of course, a couple of weeks also meant Stiles probably forgot he'd made the offer in the first place, but he didn't think about that.
Derek didn't check for the Jeep before climbing in through the window, but he was hardly surprised to find the room empty. There was the lacrosse game that Isaac had mentioned to him. That was alright. He was fine with waiting.
And he would've done that completely awake if he hadn't made the mistake of sitting down on Stiles' bed. Yeah. Maybe a little part of his lack of sleep had to do with only owning a mattress. He wasn't sure how long Stiles was going to take to get there. It wasn't like he ever slept for long anyway.
A couple of minutes later, Derek was out like a light, half burrowed under the mess of blankets on Stiles' bed.]
Perfectly fine dear!alotofadderallNovember 27 2012, 12:30:17 UTC
[Stiles got back fairly late. Sometime around 11, and he was exhausted. He'd been tossed in roughly as a decoy in the last quarter, and it hadn't been that easy of a day at school. Needless to say, he was glad it was friday.
So when he shuffles into his room, he doesn't bother changing out of his clothes, just collapses onto the bed with grass stains and God-knows-what-else. His sheets need changing anyway.
That's when he discovers the other person.
Stiles flails for a second, practically falling out of bed in his surprise, and when he manages to right himself, he realizes it's Derek, passed out cold. Is he bleeding? Is he breathing?
Stiles isn't sure what to do - he doesn't want to wake the guy, both because he looks exhausted and because he might eat him - so he just sits there, thoroughly stumped and surprised.]
[Derek slept right through Stiles arriving home and coming into the room. He even remained asleep through the movement on the bed.
It wasn't until Stiles stilled again that Derek shifted then rolled and it became obvious that he was dreaming. Or having a nightmare, if the low, pitiful sound that came from him was anything to judge by.]
[It was alright, and probably for the best for Stiles' arms, that he didn't wake Derek. A couple of seconds later, he rolled again and wrapped himself in part of the blanket, thrashed, then sent himself right off the side of the bed with a loud thump.
From over the side of the bed, there was slight movement, but nothing in sight. Then a low grumble followed.] Shit.
[Stiles was actually about to reach out and wake him, or possibly attempt to soothe him, when Derek thrashed and Stiles jumped back. He peered across the bed cautiously, unable to make Derek out in the dim light.] ...Derek? You okay there, buddy?
[Derek hesitated then took Stiles' hand, pulling himself up and letting the blankets fall around him as he used the bed to push himself up to stand.
At the question of time, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked what time it was.] I've been here for a few hours. I came to see how your nose was healing.
[And just decided to stay? Stiles thinks, but says nothing about it. He gestures to the nose in question, bending down to pick up the blankets.] It's healing. One hell of a looker though.
[It's hard to see it in the dark, but his nose is black and purple, slowly turning into that greenish-yellow bruising color.] ...You can go back to sleep, if you want. You look tired.
[Yeah, it wasn't a complete lie, but he left off the other main reason he'd visited. Derek could see that Stiles' nose was dark, but not much else.
He shook his head at the offer and leaned down to pick the blankets up, dropping them back on the bed.] I got enough sleep. I'm alright. [He turned to move back toward the window then paused after a couple of steps, glancing back at Stiles.] ... That tea you told me about. Think you could tell me how to make it?
...why don't I make you a cup right now? [Stiles offers, tilting his head in thought. Yes, he remembered mentioning it to Derek. But he's actually taking him up on his offer, which is...interesting. It makes sense, with the suspected nightmare he just had on Stiles' bed.]
Wait here, I'll be right back. [Stiles smiled and held up a hand, going downstairs to make the tea. He scribbled the instructions down on a notepad and made the tea, bringing it back upstairs.] Here...try this.
[Stiles passed over the tea and the folded up recipe, sitting on the edge of his bed.] There's a bunch of spices in there but you'll probably taste the peppermint the most.
[Derek did as instructed for once, taking a seat on Stiles' bed again as he waited. When he was rejoined by Stiles, he accepted the tea and the recipe with a nod, lifting the mug to take a sip from it.]
It does taste like peppermint. [He nodded, taking a longer drink from it. The tea definitely wasn't bad.]
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Derek didn't check for the Jeep before climbing in through the window, but he was hardly surprised to find the room empty. There was the lacrosse game that Isaac had mentioned to him. That was alright. He was fine with waiting.
And he would've done that completely awake if he hadn't made the mistake of sitting down on Stiles' bed. Yeah. Maybe a little part of his lack of sleep had to do with only owning a mattress. He wasn't sure how long Stiles was going to take to get there. It wasn't like he ever slept for long anyway.
A couple of minutes later, Derek was out like a light, half burrowed under the mess of blankets on Stiles' bed.]
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So when he shuffles into his room, he doesn't bother changing out of his clothes, just collapses onto the bed with grass stains and God-knows-what-else. His sheets need changing anyway.
That's when he discovers the other person.
Stiles flails for a second, practically falling out of bed in his surprise, and when he manages to right himself, he realizes it's Derek, passed out cold. Is he bleeding? Is he breathing?
Stiles isn't sure what to do - he doesn't want to wake the guy, both because he looks exhausted and because he might eat him - so he just sits there, thoroughly stumped and surprised.]
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It wasn't until Stiles stilled again that Derek shifted then rolled and it became obvious that he was dreaming. Or having a nightmare, if the low, pitiful sound that came from him was anything to judge by.]
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But Stiles just watched, biting his lip. If Derek made a noise like that again, he'd wake him, but if not - Derek needed the sleep.]
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From over the side of the bed, there was slight movement, but nothing in sight. Then a low grumble followed.] Shit.
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At the question of time, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked what time it was.] I've been here for a few hours. I came to see how your nose was healing.
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[It's hard to see it in the dark, but his nose is black and purple, slowly turning into that greenish-yellow bruising color.] ...You can go back to sleep, if you want. You look tired.
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He shook his head at the offer and leaned down to pick the blankets up, dropping them back on the bed.] I got enough sleep. I'm alright. [He turned to move back toward the window then paused after a couple of steps, glancing back at Stiles.] ... That tea you told me about. Think you could tell me how to make it?
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[Stiles passed over the tea and the folded up recipe, sitting on the edge of his bed.] There's a bunch of spices in there but you'll probably taste the peppermint the most.
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It does taste like peppermint. [He nodded, taking a longer drink from it. The tea definitely wasn't bad.]
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