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[ex_question191]

WHO: Stiles, Scott, Derek, Lydia, and visitors.
WHERE: Residence #38, Heropa, Florida.
WHEN: Various times throughout September. Specify date in the subject line!
WHAT: People who are knock knock knock knock knocking on the Teen Woof door OR for the daily life shenanigans of three teenagers and a twenty-something trying to live together.
WARNINGS: Will edit if any.

[ waves hand, this is not the top level you are looking for. ]

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closed to stiles.

[altercate]

[ derek's not much for the swear-in ceremonies. he's been to one, isn't eager to repeat the experience in spite of his need to hover whenever stiles, lydia and scott attend anything. he spent the night at home, is still stretched out on his bed with a book when they get home.

he'd meant to wait until morning, really. but derek's awake, and he's fairly certain stiles is still awake, so. ]

Stiles? [ it's a step up from derek just breaking and entering, the way he knocks, hesitates before nudging the cracked door open a fraction wider, as he repeats, ] Stiles.

[ like derek's clearly already getting ready to turn back and wait until the appropriate time tomorrow to ask, though he's cutting it close. the full moon is coming. it doesn't necessarily matter, but if stiles is still coming, derek wants to know early. ]

[ex_question191]

Derek?

[ it's a little slurred. stiles had managed to get his hands on some of the fancy alcoholic drinks towards the end of the night, and he's pleasantly buzzed, sprawled out on his bed in pajamas listening to his dj roomba. it comes and knocks up against Derek's feet, purring, as stiles sits up. he grins, like derek is exactly the dude he wants to see. it's an easy, broad smile, one that makes him look young and only makes it clearer how bitter and solemn he's been since the nogitsune. ]

What's up, dude? Come in.

[altercate]

[ between the roomba and stiles, this already feels like derek's in over his head. he can scent it a little, the alcohol, and takes a cautious step in over the roomba, nudging it in another direction before it can get into the hall. ]

You've been drinking.

[ but it's hard to be completely resentful of that for just that reason. derek hasn't seen stiles smile like that since...maybe since he met him. it feels like a long time. it's not a great realization to have, much like the one he'd had when he looks at scott, realizes that the normal life scott had wanted is out of the question now. ]

I can go, if you'd rather sleep.

[ assuming that's what stiles had been trying to do. ]

[ex_question191]

I'm not sleeping.

[ stiles shakes his head. the room gets dizzy if he closes his eyes, so he's mostly just chilling out and listening to music, thinking about life. but now his gaze is intent on derek, bright and interested. ]

You missed the party.

closed to lydia. ( day after swear-in )

[altercate]

[ it takes some getting used to. he's lived with people before, with isaac and then cora, but that hadn't been quite like this. it's not the loft, and it's not--

well, if derek had his way, he might not have gone with this particular living arrangement. but here he is. and scott's right. when it comes to money, they don't have enough of it. not for the things derek wants to do, anyway. until they do, they have this house, and derek thinks he'll have to get used to lydia appearing while derek's cooking himself an omelet for breakfast. ]

How was the swear-in?

[ for lack of anything better to ask, and maybe out of genuine curiosity. derek hadn't gone. he usually didn't ask for details, but he wonders sometimes, if they're all like the one he'd gone to. ]

[immuno]

How was not showing up?

[ Her eyebrows arch in a way that tries to flip the focus onto him as she drops her foot down off the last step, meandering into the kitchen with her hair in a messy bun on top of her head, still wearing her nightgown.

Pulling the carton of orange juice from the fridge, she leans against the door to shut it and watches him with a studious, almost critical expression while unscrewing the cap. After a brief squint of her eyes, she finally turns away to pull down a glass. ]

The held it in a graveyard: I've been to better parties. [ Her nose crinkles slightly in distaste as she begins to pour. ] I saw someone there.

[ Fine. Friendly. This isn’t an interrogation, and the only reason she feels like it could touch on the edge of one is because she has something that she should be sharing. Despite that, she makes it sound pleasantly casual, as if she were simply meeting a friend. ]

[altercate]

[ derek rolls his eyes, but doesn't rise to it. maybe he should have gone. maybe next month. he's said that almost every month. ]

Yeah, well I hear a lot of people go. [ a dig at how vague she's being, derek glancing at her. ] Who did you see?

[ he knows lydia knows more people than him, talks to more people than he does. but she's bring it up for a reason, he assumes. that and the fact that it was in a graveyard. derek could think of better places for a swear-in ceremony. ]

[immuno]

[ Right. Names. That.

She sets the carton down on the counter, thinking on it and turning back towards Derek. She shrugs one shoulder as she answers. ]

I don’t know. He vanished into thin air before I could ask.

[ Too spooky. ]

[altercate]

[ here is a placeholder if you want a thread with derek in his house just drop a comment here i'll make you a thing. ]

closed to scott mccall. ( whenever )

[altercate]

[ typically, derek runs by himself. partly because he keeps odd hours, considering his job, and partly because he enjoys the solitude, the time to himself. but he takes scott with him today. truthfully, derek had almost expected scott to turn him down, but here they are, running laps around derek's usual park. it's farther from the new house than it had been from his first one, but there's something to be said for routine. it had been a long time since he'd had one. ]

You should keep this up. [ casual, as they skid to a stop by the drinking fountain. ] Maybe you'll be faster than me someday.

[ it's just light teasing, something that still feels a little awkward, like it doesn't fit right. it comes easier than it did once, something in him having calmed almost without him noticing. ]

closed to skye & stiles.

[immuno]

[ Lydia beats Skye to her place, bringing a dvd and a few other miscellaneous impulse buys with her. Shopping is a perfectly reasonable form of therapy to avoid any actual therapy. And, look, it led to a perfectly reasonable, healthy conclusion: movie night.

She drops the dvd case onto the couch and slips into the kitchen, rifling through the fridge and cabinetry for junk food while she waits on Skye to ring the bell. Stiles, she figures, will toddle down the stairs whenever he hears them and decides to show his face. ]

[hackitude]

[Skye's not supposed to be going out and about right now with Ward on the loose, but she figures... screw it. It's a big city. The chances that she'll run into him again are remote.

So here she stands in front of Lydia's house, ringing the doorbell, bags of popcorn ready to be microwaved in her other hand.]

Hey, it's me.

[immuno]

[ Lydia's quick to cross the room, pulling open the door and leaning against it with enough room for Skye to waltz right on in. ]

Hey.

[ She does a quick scan, taking stock of Skye's expression and countenance. It's been a day since she found out he was here, but that's not really the kind of thing someone just gets over quickly. ]

Come on in.

[hackitude]

Thanks.

[Skye's not wearing make up for once, which is perhaps a first as far as Lydia's seen, but other than that she seems to look the same as always. I mean. She doesn't look like a total wreck, is what we're saying. She's keeping it together.

Skye steps in, looking over the house-- she knows all the imPort houses have the same layout on the inside, but it's the first time she's been here. Then she holds up the two bags of microwave popcorn.]

As promised. Should I put them on now?

closed - friendly visit to stiles, mid September

[humanistic]

[So he really ought to have given Stiles a ring in advance, because what this looks like, on its surface, is sort of creepy. Mitchell realises that only vaguely, and only when he's approaching the door of Number 38 to knock. Which, all right, yeah, he could still turn back, but it's a bit too late now. Reversing directions when you're practically on the front stoop is weird.

Never mind that it's weird carrying around a plastic bag full of sweets to pass over to some kid you barely know. That's creeping dangerously close to some creepy territory. But there's a story behind it, and a reason Mitchell has got free sweets on hand, and it's not all sweets, although adding to the gifts might make the bag of sweets creepier rather than less-than-creepy.

Anyways: all of this leaves Mitchell staring down at the bag even as he's knocking at the door. But so what. If someone other than Stiles answers, he'll just act as if he's got the wrong house and turn around and leave. Christ, but it smells like werewolves.

Startled, he looks up when the door opens, ready to either mumble excuses or give a greeting.]

[ex_question191]

[ if stiles is being totally honest, he's kind of curious about mitchell. derek and lydia have both seemed to imply he was a supernatural, and there have been a couple of tells saying he had better senses than a weirdo Irish guy should have, but it's not like he has a bestiary here, to whip out and research. ]

[ so in theory that's why he's so open to hanging out with an ornery older dude (though he now lives with an ornery older dude, so obviously it's just part of his life now and he'll have to live with it. ]

Yoooo.

[ he says when the door is opened, leaning up against the frame with a lifted arm. he looks curiously at the candy, but doesn't ask. actually, he's not totally sure Mitchell is even here to see him. ]

Lydia's out. I dunno where Derek is. Come in anyway, we can have a two-man housewarming.

[ never mind the fact that he's lived here for weeks now. ]

[humanistic]

[A housewarming. Never mind that it's after the actual fact of moving, and something of a joke--it can act as an excuse for bringing candy, besides just, I don't know what to do with this. Sweets aren't exactly Mitchell's thing. To be totally honest, there is only one 'thing' that is 'Mitchell's thing', and all other forms of sustenance fade in comparison.

But he's not thinking that way. Especially not as he's following Stiles into an otherwise empty house. Nor is he looking at his neck, or conscious of his pulse, or any of it.]

You're really all living in this house? How's that working out for you.

[There's no particular judgement in the question, just a general sort of bemusement. The front room gets a casual once-over as he wanders in after Stiles.]

Seems like half the people here pile in to live with people they know from home, and the other half can't wait to get away from them.

[also who would voluntarily live with Derek 'Smelly Werewolf' Hale, and Lydia is... Lydia.]

[ex_question191]

[ the house isn't particularly anything: if it was just stiles and one of the guys it might be grosser, but living with lydia means he does his best to keep himself tidy, and derek's habitually neat anyway. still, they only just moved in, so they haven't really bought much in the way of decorative furnishings yet either. ]

It's fun! It's... kind of weird.

[ he glances up like he's worried derek or scott might be upstairs in his room listening in. ]

I had a thing for Lydia for like, nearly ten years, I dunno.

[ has he even been alive ten years??? ]

And now we share a bathroom. So it's an experience. But it's better than living with strangers, I started freaking out I was gonna get murdered in my sleep.

closed to Kara.

[ex_question191]

[ there's a girl kinda skulking around outside his house. stiles isn't really sure what to do about it. she's an import: he recognizes her from the network, remembers she'd talked about being really old and norse or whatever. it's pretty late, and he should probably be freaked out, but he's kind of past the point of being scared of shit, honestly. and she's not exactly going bump in the night. ]

[ he opens his bedroom window, leans out curiously. ]

Hi?

beautiful

[valr]

[The whole point of skulking around outside looking for Lydia's room is that she didn't want to knock on the front door and have to deal with roommates. But she didn't want to sneak too much, not wanting to freak Lydia out, which was probably a bad decision.

She sighs when she hears someone call out and turns towards Stiles' window.]

Is Lydia home?

[That's not how you say hello, Kara.]

[ex_question191]

Yeah, maybe. I think so.

[ he has no idea tbh. ]

Uh.

[ it being lydia is even weirder, since at least if it was derek he could have assumed it was for some kind of illicit hookup. though it still could be. ]

Did you want. To come in?

[ probably he shouldn't offer in case she's a vampire but whatever #yolo ]

[valr]

Guess so.

[Now that she's been spotted it would probably be weird to try to sneak into Lydia's window anyway.]

Won't bother you long if she ain't home, just wanted to talk to her.

Answer the door, Skittles.

[selfimage]

[ everything considered, Loki's been busy. between establishing himself here (in more than one way), getting bombarded by the Young Avengers, and starting a business, even his schedule of sleeping once every few days leaves little room for anything social. it's a breath of fresh air to head out into the wilderness of dating.

he's a few minutes late as he has to find somewhere decent to teleport that's not in the line of sight of the looky loos. there's a rap of his knuckles on the door that he's familiar with. he's been there for other reasons concerning Derek Hale, after all.

tonight there's no horns, no tacky jacket and no armor. just a button-up, a nice pair of jeans and a jacket. it wasn't exactly good for Florida weather, but appropriate for Maurtia Falls.

teen woofs, there's a god at ur door. ]

[ex_question191]

[ crap, it's Loki. ]

[ okay, so no one says that. no one is even thinking it. probably. stiles opens the door, Scott trailing after him from where they'd been watching MOM Knock-Off Pacific Rim on the couch. ]

Oh, hey.

[ he resists the urge to ask Loki about his updating schedule, opens the door a little wider, making the obvious assumption. ]

Here to see Derek? I don't know if he's in. Actually, I never know if he's in.

[ he looks back at Scott, who is gonna have a much better idea than stiles with his weak human senses. ]

Is Derek in?

[workout]

[ Wow it's not like he's Derek's keeper, here. Except maybe technically? What are packs. ]

No.

[ He manages to only sound very, very slightly put upon by the question, but his attention's on Loki anyway. ]

How do you know Derek?

[ Curious, not accusing. It's just that teenager in a button-up doesn't really scream "Derek's nightclub-owning boss". ]