The Perk | Evening
Stiles had missed out on the weekend weirdness, having his own weirdness to deal with in Beacon Hills. It had been Malia's first full moon as a human in over eight years and it had been a rough one. The floors of Lydia's lake house were covered in claw marks now and Stiles himself had gotten clawed a little himself, his right wrist now covered in gauze from where Malia had grazed him a little. He hadn't held it against her; she wasn't the first were-whatever to do some damage to him by accident.
Derek had gone all sullen and silent when he saw Stiles' arm and in turn Stiles had gotten irritated because he was fine and Derek was an idiot if he thought everybody would get out of this humanizing Malia thing without a scratch.
So now he was hanging out at the Perk just to avoid the house. He had applications for student loans spread out on the table in front of him and was attempting to figure out which one would be the best to beg money from.
He'd rather deal with the werecoyote than student loans and that was sad.
[Open of course]
Derek had gone all sullen and silent when he saw Stiles' arm and in turn Stiles had gotten irritated because he was fine and Derek was an idiot if he thought everybody would get out of this humanizing Malia thing without a scratch.
So now he was hanging out at the Perk just to avoid the house. He had applications for student loans spread out on the table in front of him and was attempting to figure out which one would be the best to beg money from.
He'd rather deal with the werecoyote than student loans and that was sad.
[Open of course]