[ Sleep is a mysterious beast, for Derek. With Stiles' erratic insomnia and bad dreams on top of his own relationship with the moon, Derek can pass out early and sleep until daybreak one day then stay up all night staring at the ceiling the next. He never knows what he's going to get.
Tonight, he's asleep. Stiles is an octopus all tangled up in clothes and blankets and murmuring something in his sleep about someone having the right to remain sexy, and Derek is drooling on his pillow and kicking his foot like he's trying to run. His phone is on silent but the buzz is enough to jolt him awake in a panic, sitting up with one eye stuck closed as he smacks around on the floor by his mattress to check whoever's messaging him.
Derek staggers out of bed, feeling sleep-drunk and dizzy, stumbling over his own feet as he texts back as quickly as he can and autopilots to the bathroom. He's quiet enough not to wake Stiles up, but probably only barely. ]
yes What Im here You broke your phone? Whats wrong You hurt?
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Tonight, he's asleep. Stiles is an octopus all tangled up in clothes and blankets and murmuring something in his sleep about someone having the right to remain sexy, and Derek is drooling on his pillow and kicking his foot like he's trying to run. His phone is on silent but the buzz is enough to jolt him awake in a panic, sitting up with one eye stuck closed as he smacks around on the floor by his mattress to check whoever's messaging him.
Derek staggers out of bed, feeling sleep-drunk and dizzy, stumbling over his own feet as he texts back as quickly as he can and autopilots to the bathroom. He's quiet enough not to wake Stiles up, but probably only barely. ]
yes
What
Im here
You broke your phone? Whats wrong
You hurt?