[ stiles isn’t going to give derek the pleasure of him acknowledging his dumbass baby comment - mostly because he’s busy taking out the bread and the peanut butter and the jelly. and a knife. and a napkin, fuck plates. he’s super quiet about it though, a habit formed from years of trying not to wake his dad up in the middle of the night.
he leans to read his phone, laying two slices of bread out, but he takes some time to really thinking about something to ask. he gets one slice of bread covered in a thin layer of peanut butter and half of the other side smeared with jelly before he wipes his fingertips and fumbles with his phone. ]
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he leans to read his phone, laying two slices of bread out, but he takes some time to really thinking about something to ask. he gets one slice of bread covered in a thin layer of peanut butter and half of the other side smeared with jelly before he wipes his fingertips and fumbles with his phone. ]
Would you fuck Rosalind?
[ hey so this is also not a fun game. ]