Mostly Just Weird, Not that Creepy Mansion on Phoenix Way, Sunday Evening

[newroutines]

Yet another full moon at the mansion! This was going to be completely normal, right? A certain mansion-appropriate version of normal, anyway. Right? That was what Mike was hoping for, although his optimism had been waning lately, for a few reasons.

But right now, he still had snacks and was sprawled on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV. If things were going to get crazy, they weren't there yet.

[ooc: Post is open and up early because ahahaha Sunday and timezones and whatever.]

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[robinonadderall]

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Of course not. Jeez, Derek, he probably doesn't do it because it's not his house."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek rolled his eyes back. "It's my first relationship that's not a lie," he muttered. Or ending with horrible, traumatizing mercy killing.

So far.

[robinonadderall]

And Derek was back to being cute and sappy again. "It's going to be fine, Derek."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek nodded. Then looked weirded out by this conversation. "I really hope the other you won't remember this."

[robinonadderall]

"I think him knowing that you were insecure about his murder wall tendencies would be cute," he said. "I know he'd find it cute."

[justlurkinghere]

"And would never let me live it down." As was only right, you weirdo.

[robinonadderall]

He smiled. "Without a doubt."

[justlurkinghere]

"Stay on the couch." Where he could hear you. Congrats on helping keep him calm when the moon rises, Stiles.

Don't put too much thought into it. It will only make Derek more awkward as his anchor slowly changes.